Loving Men
When we started the sharing circle I didn't know what was alive for me.
I wasn't sure what I had to express.
As we went around the circle however I got to hear what was on the hearts and minds of the men in the group,
and in the process of feeling them in their honesty
My heart cracked open completely.
It got to my turn to speak and as I referenced the glow emanating from my chest, I dropped through to a deeper chasm of feeling...
“I...love..Men…sooo…much” I said, choking on each word as it left my quivering lip.
The intensity of love I felt ripping through my chest as tears streamed down my face.
I spoke to how much I receive through being in the presence of honest, loving, integral men.
How I can’t help but want to give, care for, nurture and love them in their presence.
I spoke to how my body softens and heart opens when I hear men speaking from their body, sharing their deep and sometimes raw truth.
How the longing I have to be close to these kinds of men is so natural, primal, ancient, before any conscious thought or recognition.
I shared the devotion that warms my body when I find myself in intimacy with the awakened man.
How the desire I have to be close to, tend too, and care for him is so effortless and natural in its nourishment to my entire system.
As I sat there, heart splayed open, wet with emotion, surrendered to the ache in my chest.
I felt the gift of this profound longing, not only to myself but to the hearts of these Men.
I felt through my devotion to their essence, their roots anchoring deeper.
A little more light in the body.
A little more strength in the spine.
Hearts filling with recognition
Realisation bubbling.
Truthfully I could have stayed in that moment forever.
Like my entire existence was being realised through my love for these men.
