Insistence

It took me a year to sign up to a Tantra journey, longing, judgment and false virtue ganging up on me, keeping me scared and doing nothing. The main delay was in trying to enrol a lover who didn’t want to join. I suppose they were frightened too. Or were already happy. Or didn’t see the need for a divine aspect to the relationship. Still, the insistent voice of my longing wouldn’t shut up. In the end, I set out alone, not even realising that was what I was doing.