Tantra would be rolling it it’s grave ...if it was a thing that could be named. but it’s not, so it sustains, unscathed... smiling as it dances ever deeper in its quest to annihilate form, expose ego, facilitate fear and stir chaos ... all simply to propose purity. ushering us to slip into the cool waters of crystaline perception whereupon it will sit next to us, unwavering and silent, ...chill af.
