My love affair...

I have a confession to make.

I’ve been having a love affair with this beautiful, powerful, wondrous Instrument.

Gong.

She is met when struck with finesse at her center.

This is how you ask if she is ready, open, and willing to receive.

The portal of her is taking me on adventures to new and magnificent landscapes.

Through her, I have explored the heartbeat of the womb.

At rest, she holds the sum of all silence in the blackness of infinite possibility.

Space.

Its residents moan.

Saturated in the Divine.

She receives your dance

She asks you to lead.

She knows soon enough you will be lost in her.

Spinning in her chaos.

The womb contracts.

Edges are met and met and met and met.

The sensation of leaping from the tallest cliff

and in the next moment being held in the arms of the most tender lover.

Swept away.

Safe in her eerie vibration.

The depths of the ocean explored.

I trust.

Surrender.

Like bodies that fit together perfectly.

The last lost puzzle piece found.

She leaves me always wanting more.

An unquenchable subtle thirst.

She is Gong.

This is Tantra.

I am listening.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.