HaPenis Bath

Your HaPenis is, like water that you heat for your bath. It takes messages between the fire and your skin. It lets them meet, and it cleans you! Beauty surrounds us, but usually […]

Shower HaPenis

“You have no need to travel anywhere – journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and shower in the splendour of your own HaPenis.”

Axing My Hayhât

Not to see what appears to your self, Flying to the heavens, tearing, every instant, a hundred veils! The first moment to renounce life, The last step to travel without feet! To see […]

Sacred & Masculine

Masculinity has a core of clarity, which does not act from anger or greed. The virile center that listens within takes pleasure in obeying that truth. Nobility of spirit, the true spontaneous energy […]

Looking For The Moon

Suddenly – (Yet Somehow Unexpected)       he arrived the guest… the heart trembling “Who’s there?” and soul responding “The Moon…” came into the house and we lunatics ran into the street stared […]

The Sacred Dance

As waves upon my head the circling curl So in the sacred dance weave ye and whirl. Dance then, O heart, a whirling circle be. Burn in this flame – is not the […]

A Sucking Disgrace

I am not a label I am not a sin, I am the soul that lives within. Join me and feel The delights. Of being a sucking Disgrace. i will show you something […]

Your Sexual Self

These spiritual window-shoppers, who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’ ‘Oh, I’m just looking.’ They handle a hundred items and put them down, shadows with no capital. What is spent is love and […]

The HaPenis Dance

If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, lift your face and say, Like this? I have always been intrigued as to how one could infuse […]

Say Yes

The body is a device to calculate the astronomy of the spirit. Look through that astrolabe and become oceanic. Why this distracted talk? It’s not my fault I rave. You did this. Do […]

Saul’s Soul

My Soul turned its face to that happy place, The land of peace Where questionings cease. The mystery, That till now from me Thousand veils concealed, My soul revealed. Rumi