I’m healing a broken heart. I’ve seen myself as damaged for a long time. I often wonder at it. Like it’s a sweater periodically taken out of storage I hold up to the light looking at the moth holes. What should be whole, warm and cozy has damage, that I can’t quite figure out why is still there. I didn’t realize that the moth holes weren’t really there, just an illusion created from one long intertwined thread that leads all the way back to the day my heart broke in the back seat of a car on a hot summer […]

If you become meditative while making love, the quality of sex changes, and something new enters into it – it becomes tantric, it becomes prayerful, it becomes meditative it becomes Samadhi. – Osho read some more