Traversing a mountain side on two wheels

Steep winding roads lead to a classic

Westernized Costa Rican mansion, no numbers or signs

The songs of Indie music allow us to know

We have arrived.

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Imported doors from around the globe

Hundreds of candles, open air spaces, lingering incense

And a hydrogen red ball

Set an atmosphere of,

Something is about to happen, mixed with we are trying to hard.

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A man dressed up as a guru

Straight out of a Halloween store

A jumpsuit, dyed shaved top knot, and oversized spectacles

What am I in for?

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Pelvic floor contractions

Figure 8 chi patterns

Organized breath

Seven Stations prepared.

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We sit bare, before the eyes of another

And lean in

Huffing, puffing, and suspending prana

Following ourselves through the process

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An arena is created, blind folds put on

The Animal Pooja commences.

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Prefrontal cortexes subside

Our mammalian nature takes charge.

We collide like splattered paint

Losing the borders of boundaries

As bodies blur and morph into

Impermanent mandalas

As kaleidoscopes form and fall

Bodies erect and recoil.

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My playful Fox nature

Able to lead me

Deeper into Presence.

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I let my lion friend, Dave

Push me down and hold me

I surrender to his size and personification

His sweaty hands and breath hang like gravity

In my space

Thrashed by his will I submit

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I curl up at the feet of the feminine

Allowing her to melt onto me

She feels my strength and softens into my receptivity

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The music releases my spine in a ferocious twerking fury.

I make love to and am fucked by the Almighty.

“If you give her space, she will blossom for you” she says

“I believe you” is my reply.

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Old versions who met in incorrect zip codes

Discover timelines for a higher coming together.

The energy fades as people come back to the light

And its over, as dry as it began

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We carpool back

Into the real world.

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Mason Steele