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“….The masculine evokes a response and I, as a woman, in dark stillness, silently attentive, await the call, which initiates the dance, which spirals deeper and deeper into love, in all its myriad forms and expressions.”
“For many women, romantic love is often our first taste of divine intoxication. But this is a great paradox – that a man offers us a taste of divine love, and yet he is just a man! Can you hold that paradox? That through this person you touch some deep core of the Mystery and yet he doesn’t change his socks! Can you stay with those conflicts and still stay true to love? And not just today, but day after day, year after year?”
“Loving another human being is such a magnificent test and trial. For even as you love him completely, you will never be fulfilled! Because there is always the emptiness inside that belongs only to God, that only God can enter. So time after time we are drawn into love only to be left with nothing!”
“If you stand in this paradox you put yourself into the fire, the fire that burns away this lower nature. For every time you feel that human impulse to reach out for what you want – what every cell of you wants – what you find is the emptiness that has always been there. Then you are tested. You are confronted with your own desires and all your attachments to this world. You want, want, want, and yet the reality is that you will not get what you want. Not from a man on whom you project your desires. And so you can be angry, you can be hurt, you can be rejected, you can stay in all that still binds you and keeps you from His embrace, He who is the King of Love. Or, you can give in, and let go, and love without wanting anything, and in doing so wait patiently for what He wants you to have!”
“If you stay in the fire, true to Love, true to the deepest longing of your heart, a strange alchemy happens. Your expressions of love deepen and become more inclusive; an unfettered love starts to permeate all your relationships; your love becomes more and more selfless. This is mature love, love that wants nothing for yourself, love that is not confined to you and your lover. It is the real love that burns away the ‘you’ so that love can move through you into the world.”
“The ‘Yes!’ in your heart consents to this process, to everything this process includes. And the suffering can be tremendous, the ‘not getting’ sometimes more than you think you can bear. But this ‘Yes!’ will suffer anything in the name of love, all for His sake! And one day you understand that there is really only one relationship. And it is nearer when it is truly absent.”
“Eventually this storming of love, the agony and torment, becomes your most precious possession, the sweetest thing that you would never wish to relinquish. The hunger is somehow like being present at a great feast, the pain full of baffling tenderness. His absence becomes full of His presence, the longing His ‘HERE I AM!’”

“We worry over the past,
we anticipate the future,
and we barely perceive
a shred of the passing moment.”

The Dalai Lama

By Petra Prensky

Afraid, I am afraid to let the touch happen,

The sweetness of your fluid embrace is lingering on my skin.

Make the magic stop; no, never stop it.

Careful dance of two souls softening,

What if I told you that I wasn’t afraid anymore?

By Petra Prensky

Let me be known
As the belly hugger
Who leaves you satisfied
More deeply, than the best
Gourmet meal ever would.

Let me be known
As the dancer
Who shares in the
Deepness of soul
And leaves, herself speechless.

Let me be known
As the beloved friend
Free as a butterfly
Yet solid and present
As a rock.

Let me be known
As your mirror
Who reflects and absorbs
Your deepest heart’s desires,
and keeps them safe.

By Petra Prensky

What arrogance of mine
to think, that
what has been,
is the way it will be in the future.

When the brilliance of your palette
has only left
one small dot of color
on the page of my life.

By Petra Prensky

The drunken state of love
is no match for the
prudent working man.

Let the trumpets sound
and shake the earth
to announce the beginning
of the gathering of lovers.

The accountant on his desk
will but scratch his nose
as a promise of future participation.

By Petra Prensky

What better ecstasy
Than to
Continuously
Disperse my self
Into tiny seeds
Planted among
One thousand hearts

It doesn’t interest me if there is one God
Or many gods.
I want to know
If you belong or feel abandoned.
If you know despair or can you see it in others.
I want to know
If you are prepared to live in the world
With its harsh need to change you.
If you can look back with firm eyes
Saying this is where I stand.
I want to know
If you know
How to melt into the fierce heat of living,
Falling toward
The center of your longing.
I want to know
If you are willing
To live, day by day with the consequence of love
and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have been told, in that fierce embrace,
even the gods speak of God.

By Petra Prensky

I am a prisoner of my inner reality.
How I long to be free.
How I long to reach out and connect.
How I long to be held, touched just right.

There are so many fears, so much sorrow, so much grief.
Will I ever be free?
Will the pain ever recede?
Will my tears ever be enough?

Silence, I am tormented by silence; my own silence.
There is so much emotion in me.
I am afraid that I am too much.

So I am hiding. I am hiding my feelings, my longings, my pains.
I hold on to the secrets. I keep my mouth shut.
I don’t see, I don’t hear, I don’t speak.

Trapped in my own complicated self.
I want to throw all that, which is binding me, over board.
But I guess that would be too dramatic, too fast, too frightening.

So I take the slow and steady way, feeling myself through it all,
Suffering, crying, shaking in my room alone.
Sucking it all in, cleaning up the tears, putting a smile on, facing the world.

Facing the people that I crave to be held by.
Being tough, keeping it together.
When all I want is to fall apart while being seen, being held.

I am so scared of touch and I crave it like no other.
My misery is private,
I don’t want to burden anybody with my pain, my vulnerability.

It’s not been safe to be so vulnerable.
It’s been unforgiving, harsh and lonely.
I am like a big iceberg, frozen rigid and cold.

My emotions even though painful are the key to my freedom.
My suffering makes me cry, shake, rattle my cage.
In time I will break free of my own bondage.
Free to look you in the eyes and speak my truth.