2 Flutes: The Spirit of Man Love

The Spirit of Man Love. Begin with the sound. Two flutes play. Water pours over itself, in the confluence of two streams. Candle burns beside candle. Their flames merge, lighting a darkened room. Two flutes play. Their notes circle in and around each other. This is the way of man-loving-man love. A special love. Deep and ancient... Two flutes play. Column of light. Column of water. Flowing neither up nor down. Flowing both ways simultaneously. Two flutes play. And their music creates light-column. Teaching column. Healing staff. Two flutes play. Rise. Making their deep shared music... Fire bearing channels. Water bearing channels. Light bearing. Ears open to sound. Eyes carrying fire. Hands spreading light. As lover touches lover. Each touch a caress. Each touch a key. Unlocking, opening the body. Slowly. In movements holy and embracing. Two flutes play. Two men open. Light giving. Light receiving. The light of orgasm a liquid-fire gift. In the act of giving semen, a garment of light is given. A shield, a protection, “Cover me,” a lover says. “I cover you,” his lover answers, “in a garment of light, a garment of love energy.” In the giving and receiving of liquid-fire, the circuits of water are transformed, are opened. “I give you liquid-fire,” The giving of light into darkness. The giving of liquid-light into the source of light which is darkness. In the giving and receiving, meditate. Prepare yourselves. Feel, each, the liquid-fire column rising. For the giving of body’s liquid gift is the giving of energy. And the lover says, “I am opened by this gift. I am open and filled.” Two clasped together in the moment. Light giving. Holy. Orgasm. Two flutes play. Two bodies are the columns in front of the holy temple. Touch is the sacred pathway. Orgasm opens the doors to the most holy place. In this temple of prayer-sighs. Which temple? The temple of the void. The temple of that which ever is, of that from which all things arise. Darkness eternal. Black goddess. Creatrix. In orgasm, two doors open to the sacred place. One flute plays. Two flutes play. A circle of flutes play. The world is changed. Not by force. Force only turns stones. No, let the weight of stones be transmuted, sculpted, changed by spirit. Two flutes play. Men hear their shared music. Coming from deep, from ancient places. Two, hand in hand. Two, radiant. Two, ancient. Around them music gathers, circuits open, energy flows. In the electric space between them. Vibrant, shared. Creating joy. In the space between two faces. In the music path the eyes create. Brain-halves crossing through the eyes. Opening lovers’ brain halves. Two halves opening to the other. And to the self. Brain halves functioning together. Electric. United. Open. No longer halved. same-sex loving is the cross fibering on the loom of humanness. That without it, no weaving can happen. That without it, humanity cannot exist. For same-sex loving holds the cross fibers, the cross song. For same-sex loving is the other half that makes a whole be more than itself.