A call to the sacred masculine from a man, XY chromosomes, likes to dress up a lot and be penetrated occasionally, by a woman though not a man,A call to the Sacred masculine from a man who is unsure what other labels to wear.
A call to the sacred masculine from one who has pondered ‘What would it be like to have XX chromosomes?”.
A call to the sacred masculine from the core of my being. A call to the sacred masculine, from my sacred masculine.
I exist and I am singular.
There is only one of me but I have many faces. I am the single spark that ignited the big bang and I sit in the centre of every single sentient and conscious being in the multi-verse.
I am consciousness, I am Christ mind, Buddha mind, Zen, Unity-Consciousness, Allah and Now.
The first line of the Tao te Ching says it all “The Tao that can be told is not The true Tao!”.
I am not the source though, I too have a source, a place from which I sprang, alongside my wife, Sacred Feminine. I am singular, she is many. We contain and hold each other.
A call to the Sacred Masculine from one who has given away and sacrificed too much. A call to the Sacred Masculine from one who will die pondering what it’s like to be alive. A call to the Sacred Masculine from one who prays to it for guidance, in this journey through the Sacred Feminine.
A call to the Sacred Masculine from one who stands along side it in every real moment of conflict resolution.
A call to the sacred masculine, guide me.
A Man in a Skirt