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The 29th Bather
Description of the Adoration
of the God/dess NITE
Date: 10/27/2005 9:41:21 AM ( 19 y ) ... viewed 1238 times from Leaves of Grass
by Walt Whitman
http://www.web-books.com/Classics/Poetry/Anthology/Whitman/SongOfMy.htm
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I celebrate myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul...
I lean and loafe at my ease,
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
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Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore;
Twenty-eight young men, and all so friendly:
Which of the young men does she like the best?
Ah, the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
Where are you off to, lady? for I see you;
You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather;
The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.
The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair:
Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.
An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies;
It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun -
they do not ask who seizes fast to them;
They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch;
They do not think whom they souse with spray.
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1. Outsider looking in
Goddess
I am here to adore you.
You raise your dress
revealing dollar bills in your dancing underwear.
It is a fundraiser for lost families in New Orleans
and you are willing to play. This is really a hoot.
Holy Play. Only in a Tantra Temple 05 could this happen.
I do not know your name.
I want you.
I want to adore you.
come with me into the upper room.
I will pay for you by the minute
if I only could be bold enough.
I have no idea how to appoach you.
My words have no power.
They are caught in my throat and longing.
On the coach you sit,
I want to tell you wnat you mean to me
I have no idea.
Here you are, your dress off
legs crossed muscles firm.
You are feeling safe. You are safe.
The men are kind
and they do not feel too hungry.
So you partake of conversation
in this the waiting room in your underwear.
I know you have no idea what to make of me.
I am the outsider, the 29th bather,
i am invisible to you.
I wonder how I will ever get it,
but I will not leave this place until I do.
9:30 PM
1:00 AM
With the men,
the men in natural warmed water
we sit, the men's circle. One is massaging
another, others are in conversing.
I have entered the waters.
One speaks of God Consciousness
and How it will one Day come here.
He is speaking of his adventures in love,
how here in this place he came in a monogamous
man married for 10 years and left a few weeks later
in a different lifestyle.
in the room, the room, back then,
he is making love to women
but this does not ease the discomfort because in the same room,
t his wife is with others. It never makes a difference. This is not a tit
for tat thing. It hurts. It opens. It demands growth.
IT forces God Consciousness to enter or you die.
How do you make sense of this? What of the jealous feelings?
What do you do with the feelings when the one you love dreams of
opening with another? Tell me, Please share.
You are my teacher. How did you do it? How did you find peace
in the Opening of your wife with another?
He tells us. He says he went to the desert, but grew, and here he is now,
the four of us in this tub.
I was the 29th bather. I accept a new role. I am grateful.
I move into the center..."Why Wait?
Let us have God consciousness Now!" says Your Enchanted Gardener.
Arian, Sweet Arian. He proclaims me the Leader.
I can do this. "Please ask your Wife to enter the water."
Invite her here now." I say.
She is the Life of the Party. She has the headset on.
Her lung belt out song of God. She has been singing
and she is still in with her admirers who all want a piece.
He calls out. She trusts him. She enters the water clothes off.
I have my props. Holy ZamZam water from the Well of Hegar.
These are the waters that saved Ismael, the prophet of Islam.
I speak. She is listening to my words, her back in the water.
She is filled with God or something. Every word I am saying
is sparking something that look like full body orgasms in her.
We are making waves, waves of juice, and it is going out
from these waters to other places.
She is elegantly youthful, getting more so that by the moment.
She is naked in the waters, the clean, cleansing waters and
we are all safe men, seeking God together.
She is our leader. She is woman. She is surrounded by
the spirit of the Adorning Goddess.
I speak. She speaks, her belly facing up, legs bent.
mouth open. We are all supporting her in the waters.
Who is the 29th bather now?
We all go in and out of that place, don't we?
3:00 AM
It is Closing Ceremony Time
this night when we have come together to help
a family in New Orleans. Penny is our hostess
and she is so happy that we have been so generous.
IT is time for all to go home, but they are lingering
some with eyelids held open with toothpicks.
Some are leaving, but I call for a Closing Ceremony.
Penny is no nickle and dime affair...she is honest,
sincere. She speaks her truth. Her ear is inflamed
from too long against a cell phone, seeking help for
her dear family, many who have lost their homes
via Katrina.
She is my ally. My call becomes her call.
"Closing Ceremony! Closing Ceremony1" Penny
yells out, directly the Throngs of Lovers, would be Lovers,
Future Lovers, Past Life Lovers to the Living Room of the
Tantra Temple.
"Puppy Pile! Puppy Pile!" says Your Enchanted Gardener.
All lie down, one next to other other. It is all very innocent.
Be Truthful: Who would want this? Who really does not want
this. The rest is make believe.. too many words,
many necessary, but this is where I know I want to take others.
"Repeat the Words!" I ask the Adorned Goddesses
Some do so, the rest merely resting in the afterglow,
each being held, each taking in the communal juices of
all the energetic bathers dancing still inside.
"The Love I bring you is not of this Earth,
as most people have created this Earth,
yet I am the Love this Earth has created for this moment."
The words are repeated.
"You cannot possess me. Therefore, I can never leave you."
The words are repeated.
The ladies are hooting in the truth.
There is recognition.
The pile is at my feet
and I will not be left out. There is a woman mostly
naked at my feet. She is a Tantra Master. She does this
kind of thing for a living. I fall to the floor. Maybe I am taking
a free-be for what she normally would charge. I fall into her.
Someone is kissing her, but there is a breast under
my head. My mouth opens. I am not sure if this is
the proper decorum: I have not asked. Pardon me.
The rules seem different, so I take a nibble or two, very gently.
We are all sharing.
I asked her about it later, the nibbles...she was elegant.
It only brought us closer. She already knew me.
I no longer felt to be the 29th bather.
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"I believe in the flesh and the appetites;
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from;
The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer;
This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.
If I worship one thing more than another,
it shall be the spread of my own body,
or any part of it.
Translucent mould of me, it shall be you!
Shaded ledges and rests, it shall be you!
Firm masculine colter, it shall be you.
Whatever goes to the tilth of me, it shall be you!
You my rich blood! Your milky stream, pale strippings of my life. "
--Walt Whitman
Song of Myself
Two Days Later:
A note from the Lady in the Tub:
"Dearest Leslie,
With grace and humility, and so so much generosity, you share the
bounty of your rich and tender heart.
Thank you for
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