Tantra

You were never broken.
You were forbidden.

Forbidden to want.

Forbidden to feel.

Forbidden to be.

So you learned to be less.

And you called it wisdom.

And you kept going.

The Left Hand Path doesn't ask you to transcend.

It asks you to arrive.

All of you.

The parts you show.

The parts you hide.

The parts you have never shown anyone.

The parts you pretend don't exist.

All of it — welcome.

All of it — sacred.

All of it — the path.

I carry the transmission of the Kula.

I am a conduit of Shruti.

When you sit with me

something in you recognises

that it doesn't have to perform anymore.

And it exhales.

And it begins to speak.

Come as you are.