Edge of Wetness

Images of moisture have been surrounding me. Over the weekend, I was strolling the streets of misty Vienna, taking a short break from rainy and misty Berlin. In my wanderings, I visited the Hundertwasser Museum, water water everywhere. While listening to a recording of him describing his experiences in painting, images of my journeys in Sacred Intimacy and touch came to mind. Painting took him out of this world, beyond its judgments and limitations and into a dream world in which imagination flourished.

As voyagers in Sacred Intimacy, we too journey into a dream space, into a realm beyond time and things separating us, beyond society’s judgmental and restrictive eye, into a place where we are free to be creative and wet in the most profound of ways.

Wetness is one of Eros’s trail markers, it shows us the way in. At first touch, our bodies are dry, our kisses maybe only damp. Progressing deeper into touch space, our building energy leaves more traces of wetness, trickles of pre-cum ebb and flow, and our excitement builds as we ride the edge of wetness prolonging its final eruption for as long as possible. All the while, we are in a kind of forgetfulness freeing us from time and space. It is an erotic dream space, a realm in which we feel the full powers of rejuvenation culminating with our cocks exploding in wet celebration.

Like Hundertwasser’s experience of forgetfulness in the dream space that was the wellspring for his paintings, I feel much the same with journeys into touch space. It is like drinking from the waters of the River Lethe in Greek mythology. Only by drinking of the waters of forgetfulness, of oblivion, are we cleansed to be reborn.

I think the Greeks were onto something here. The world places more than enough obstacles in the various pathways of erotic life, and especially for those of us who vibrate to homoerotic pulses. It is all the more important for us to wash away this negativity, to enter oblivion, and to feel the nourishment of rebirth. It all begins with the simple act of stripping and touching, from there the wetness trickles into a flood from which we emerge newly energized, and thus newly whole.

For Hundertwasser, a painting was a record of his journey into forgetfulness. For me, it is the glowing traces left in my moisture laden body from the experience.

Erotic Zen

For the past few days, I have been reading about Zen, something I know very little about. It struck me that there are similarities between the sense of oneness and healing that are experienced in Zen meditation and my practice of Sacred Intimacy. No doubt there are those far more enlightened in Zen who would frown on such a notion. Nevertheless, this fool will rush in where the enlightened angels fear to tread.

Being present, at one with oneself and the cosmos, feeling a sense of harmony, of stillness, and of wholeness are ideas common to many spiritual practices. Various traditions have evolved methods for attaining these states such as prayer, meditation, sitting, mindful walking, and so on. All seem to have the goal of calming our chatty minds so that we can step outside our egos to experience something beyond description.

Admittedly, Zen is a solo practice even when done in the midst of others, whereas Sacred Intimacy is about two people entering into an erotic journey together. During my own travels into the erotic, I like to take my time by beginning with us fully clothed and moving gradually into our naked selves. Connection starts with touching each other’s hearts, looking into each other’s eyes, syncing our breaths. What follows is guided by intuition as our minds grow calm and our egos slip away. Already notions that define us become irrelevant, our identities become unimportant. These journeys are about opening ourselves up to our partners by entering a non-verbal world where touch takes over from seeing. Erotic space guides our bodies and shows us into the magic realm. It knows were to go, all we need do is to open our hearts and follow it.

Perhaps the feelings of oneness and healing that are in the afterglow following orgasm are similar to those the Zen masters have written about. I suspect they are because through an erotic journey we have stepped outside of things thad divide us, set us apart from each other, and perhaps that even set us apart from our selves. Basking in the trancelike state that follows orgasm, my mind is usually at its most perceptive and peaceful. Not only have I benefitted from the build up and release of energy in my own orgasm but in that of my co-journeyer as well. With our bodies deeply connected, there is no more powerful experience than feeling the surge of each others orgasms. Equally as powerful is the sensation of our energies nourishing each other as we lie together in our post orgasmic trance.

Maybe this is not what Zen masters would think of as having reached an enlightened state, a Zen state, but when I read their descriptions about being in a state of wholeness and healing these are the experiences from my life that come to the surface and beckon me to practice, practice, practice…