Kissing
As part of my own self inquiry, as I have said before, I have been exploring my body through different somatic processes. I am for want of a better word ‘passionate’ about my parasympathetic nervous system, and I feel that it is a portal to the feminine.
My personal practices these days, often centre around practices that enable me to be a mammal.
I have been exploring what is before the separation of beingness happened, as perhaps another way of putting it.
You know when you look at babies who are newly born, they are one with, there is no separation and then something happens and they recognise through their cognitive learning that they are separate from the breast. At that point, the great wound or lie begins, and all spiritual practices are about getting back to that place of none duality, none sepAration.
But I chose a more feminine path rather than sitting on a cushion meditating and letting go of the body. I chose a feminine spiritual path that includes the body. It’s like the Tuck & Patti song, ‘Let’s Bring Heaven Down Here on Earth’. That is indeed what I want.
For fifteen years now, my practice has been to follow that song and what it means organically to me.
So back to kissing, well actually back to suckling in truth, the thing that happens before a kiss ever takes place. The movement of the mouth, tongue, the breathing through the nose, the way your sphincter opens and closes, it’s a deeply personal practice and not for the faint-hearted. It takes you to your deepest vulnerabilities, your very survival issues, and your ability to reach out and latch on to the divine or the nipple.
I know for that when I first do the suckling motion I smell for that divine nipple, and then my tongue comes into play and then my lips. When my nose is breathing deeply and my tongue is reaching my heart leans into the process I can feel the breath and my seeking out the smell moves through my entire spine and I begin to feel very jellyfish.
I always have this image and desire of making love with another human being, exactly like new-born puppies are, not able to see yet with harsh eyes, but warm and snuffling out each other through the senses that are available without sight - feeling the warmth, sensing the other’s smell, bodies bonding together, hearts connecting, no ego.
Like the line from the Mary Oliver poem - which in truth is my motto - You Only Have to Let the Soft Animal of Your Body Loves What it Loves, this along with the Tuck & Patti song move me.