SEX - [a poem]

The mystery is found, in a sense of oneness

Through establishing balance, unity and wholeness

For transgressions we pay

By learning the hard way

In the beginning, unconscious and automatic, this was done

Even of emotions, there were none

Animal man, had no sin or blame

Till wisdom came, and play its game

Next was emotional, and conscious subordination

Of life to the sex impulse, and intoxication

A dominating thought of sex and lust

That was never ment to last

Forces were gathered up, for transformation

Into the solar plexus, by imagination

Later man became, a creator of course

When it reached, the throat centre of force

Here the mystic must practice discrimination

Between love, desire and attraction

And between divine relations

Or human inclinations

The sex urge can reach ungodliness

When retained in the heart, because of unreadyness

Of the throat centre with the definite possibility

Of sexual perversions and homosexuality

Sex is also a revolt, against loneliness

And the fear, of separateness

Resulting in form propagation

For human manifestation

We can distort and pervert

The divine idea, and revert

To material desire, that can

Lead to animalism in man

For this force to flow unobstructively

We have to live creatively

This is done through clear thinking

Continence and pure living

EDGEBA