Let Yourself Be In Lust

What makes asceticism so enticing? We spend precious lifetimes vehemently vilifying parts of our own nature, and then more lifetimes subjugating ourselves to the tortures of abstinence and self-condemnation. Power is bad, money is bad, materialism is bad, sexual appetite is bad. Why are we so determined to make the granted fruit forbidden?

Take lust. It has been disparaged as an aberrant vice since the days of yore. We are given a body to abode in; a body attired with senses, sensations and longings. The quenching of carnal needs being even a more gratifying experience than the relieving of digestive, creative or spiritual urges. Sex makes people sing with rapture and revel in delight. And what are delight and rapture if not divine?

Two beings relishing in an orgasm may be the nearest we can get to the divine.

Irrefutably, the voyage becomes immaculate when not only flesh, but souls and hearts conjointly travel. Yet, what of those who are not fortunate enough to find a kindred heart? Should they surrender to chastity and live a life void of rapture? Is unity a gift reserved solely for the fortunate? Solely for those in love? Is wealth solely reserved for those with riches?

What of those who do not come from a sacred match? Or are not fortunate to find their other half? What if that twin fraction that they seek to find in one other, is fragmented and dispersed over more than one? Why scourge the hopeful strivers as being replete with lewd, when lustfulness is merely an eager quest for unity?

Perhaps we are not meant to come in touch with the divine and destined to remain hostages to limited mental faculties. Perhaps being oblivious to prolonged states of bliss has a function? If we found a way to linger in the apex of orgasmic rhapsody, would we then ever choose to return to the voids of the mundane? Perhaps cohabiting with the divine makes the earthly devoid of purpose? Devoid of lure?

Is lust taboo because it foments the reminiscence of a world blissfully forgotten?