Gaze

The first time I experienced Soul Gazing, Great Spirit gave me a partner I’d chatted to briefly the previous day. We’d exchanged a brief kiss, sharing a piece of mango. I’d felt an electric shock go through me at the mango lips. Sitting in front of me, sarongs on, we Namaste’d in, soft tantra music in the background, silence between us. Gazing at each other gently. I smiled weakly for a few minutes and dissolved into tears. Gazing at him, I cried tears for all the things I hadn’t known, hadn’t allowed myself. I cried for myself at a life of achievement but little intimate pleasure. It’s the first time I’d ever been vulnerable like that in front of a man, crying for fifty minutes of the soul-gazing hour. I snivelled and sobbed, and he gazed at me with softness, his presence unwavering, occasional tears in his own eyes.  We Namaste’d out to close the structure. I snivelled in the group closing circle. As we left the workshop, he gave me his number.