A CALL TO THE SACRED MASCULINE

A call to the sacred masculine from a man, XY chromosomes. A call to the sacred masculine from a transvestite. 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 wondered.

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, Lord Shiva, 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 does it mean 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 alongside it in every real moment of conflict resolution.

A call to the sacred masculine, guide me.
A Man in a Skirt