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Showing posts with label zen sex. Show all posts
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Sunday, 18 March 2012

Giving and Receiving: The Art of Zen - puss?



Firstly, I suppose I ought to apologise to any reader who has actually been waiting for me to write something, not that I expect there are any.

It has been a considerable time since I wrote, which has made me ask the question as to why I have been unable to write anything on this blog for such a long time.

The whole purpose of Zenpuss was to record the sexual enlightenment of a woman who, over a period of time, realised that sex was an important and possibly essential part of her life and indeed everyone’s lives.
It is a personal and powerful story that is only partly told for reasons of anonymity. One day, I really will explain everything, and hopefully hundreds or thousands of women may benefit from the retelling of the gifts that I have been afforded in rediscovering my sexuality from the shadow of a life where it had managed to hide itself.

However, there are always other issues to confront along the way. That is why it is a journey, and that is why the actualisation may never be realised, or it may certainly go through stages of peaks and troughs.
I have learned a considerable amount about myself on this sexual journey, and I am still learning about the body, mind and soul of sexuality. I am reading about sex, Zen sex particularly, and I still feel as though I have so much more to give and so much more to receive in the art of love-making.

Is it better to have discovered and then lost, or not to have discovered at all?
The jury is out, but then again what exactly is ‘lost’?
I can never ever be sorry that I have known sexual satori, except in the moments when I am.

It is possibly the greatest gift that I have ever experienced, though.
I am a fortunate woman.

I may be a nymphomaniac with a cock fetish, who loves nothing more than being filled with the pleasure of an erect cock, ready to smother it with my extreme profusion of fuck juices but there is far more to my sexuality than the actual act of fucking.
Like many others, my journey stalls and comes to abrupt or temporary stops along the way, but journey on in hope I will, because my sexuality has turned out to be a very significant part of me, which is why writing about it can sometimes be difficult.

This entire blog is deliberately about Zen sex because as far as I am concerned, it is the ultimate sex. Everyone can fuck but it is how you think, feel, imagine, create, share, enjoy, understand that makes the difference. It is the complete oneness and the complete togetherness that makes Zen sex the perfection that it is.
Sex is being. Loving is. There is no beginning and no end.

So something blasted me into writing mode once more and it was the simplest of things; a mere statement from an actor in a newspaper, not even talking about sexuality – until his response.

The actor was asked a non-sexual question.
“Is it better to give or to receive?”

The response
“Is a woman's orgasm giving or receiving?”

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And there you have it, the big Zenpuss question of the day.

Is a woman’s orgasm, for a man, giving or receiving?
Or indeed, is a man’s orgasm, for a woman, giving or receiving?
 Or for that matter, is a lesbian’s orgasm a gift or a receipt for the woman who has engineered this loveliness, or is a gay cum giving or receiving?

The obvious Zen response is that it is both. How can you possibly untangle these two essentials of life and of Zen?
The ultimate beauty of all things Zen is that in giving we receive, and in receiving we give. The two are not mutually exclusive; the two are mutually intertwined without a need for trying to sever something that cannot be separated.

Zen asks us to consider our good intentions, and within that is the desire for someone else’s wellbeing. Someone else’s sexual wellbeing is equally valid. So in enjoying sex and lovingly bringing someone to climax is as much of a gift to the provider as it is to the recipient.
Dana.

I can still see the explosion of joy on my “provider’s” face when I erupt with warm pleasure all over the place. This is the most perfect act of love-making. Likewise, my intention has always been to pleasure him, and in doing so I too am the recipient.
Isn’t that what sex and making love is all about?
Isn’t it obvious?

People are selfish beings, and too frequently, especially when caught up in the sensual act of sex, one can make the mistake of focussing entirely on the ultimate climax for oneself.
For real sex, real Zen sex, this is only half of the story. Sex and orgasms are wonderful but if you are only concerned with the ultimate pleasure for yourself, well quite frankly you may as well have a wank.

Not that there is anything wrong with masturbation. In fact, there can be just as much giving and receiving in watching one another wank.

For further illustration to my cause, please read this extract from “Zen Body-Being”
“The most important quality in sex is …….. feeling. Feeling your own body, from head to toe, inside and out, and allowing the natural feelings of passion, lust, love, affection, appreciation, tenderness, joy and pleasure to flow freely and without inhibition…”

“The collaborative nature of sexual activity also provides a uniquely gentle and non-competitive opportunity to explore the issues of psycho-physical relationship. Both the physical and emotional aspects of sex are greatly enhanced by generating feelings, such as intimately feeling your partner’s whole body, or freely radiating your own erotic feelings for your partner to receive. As an opportunity to transcend the usual personal boundaries,  sex encourages a state of openness that allows an astonishing ability to “join” with your partner, giving and receiving a kind of energy that is simply not available in other activity. Sex provides immediate feedback and proof that your state of mind and degree of feeling can have a direct (and wonderful) effect on another person, as well as yourself.”

Collaboration, feelings, giving, receiving, transcending, energy, join, intimacy, exploration, openness. Surely all of these things are qualities of real sex and not just a fuck?

If you have had Zen sex, then why settle for anything else? Which is probably why the sharing of one’s body with another human being is so precious, and so intimate?
Can you really have sex with another person without it being Zen sex if that is what you have accustomed yourself to wanting, expecting, giving and receiving?
That is why it is hard!

Here is another statement from zenmoments.org.
It is not about sex. It is about giving and receiving, but there is something that the sexually enlightened hopefuls amongst us can learn.

“It’s interesting – this giving and receiving thing.
I think in Western cultures we so much emphasize our independence and individuality that it gets way out of proportion - we hate the idea of dependence somehow, and yet we are totally interdependent – participating in a constantly changing dynamic matrix of exchanging – giving and receiving all the time. Sure, the mail man gets paid to deliver the mail, and the bank teller gets paid to do her job, but with just a little extra attention these ordinary transactions with people (whether you are the mailman, the bank teller, the mailman’s customer or the bank’s customer) can be beautiful – it just takes attention and a little kindness – and we all know this! But how easily we get into righteousness when things are not up to our expectations….. sad really.”

We can all strive for better giving and receiving in sexuality, even when we think we have got the balance just right.

Here are some more quotes.
“ [SEX] ……the merging of flesh on flesh, the indescribable fullness, and the climax–that infinite moment of white light and absolute dissolve”.
Surely this is definitely going to work best with giving and receiving?

“Sex is a powerful and blinding drive, but it is not just a primitive drive to selfish and possessive satisfaction. Your sexual impulse can grow with you into a beautiful–and unconditional–physical, emotional, energetic, and spiritual union. All of the differences, the power struggles, and the guilt, are dissolved.
Our sexual nature mirrors the union that is expressed in the higher spiritual aspects of life. It is our base experience of nirvana; the complete meltdown of boundaries and separations. And we can transform our sexual nature’s irresistible power into that higher expression, but we must begin by joyously accepting our basic drives.
This sexual alchemy takes time and energy to accomplish, but it is entirely doable. On one end of the scale, sex is a physical and emotional union with your partner, and at the higher end it is creative union with your inner and outer universe.”

The giving and receiving is not just about the two way workings with your sexual partner.
Zen sex goes further than this.
It is the giving and receiving to oneself too. It is the union with the universe. It is a giving of yourself to that universe whilst simultaneously being completely at one with yourself, at the same time as being completely at one with your partner.
Isn’t that miraculous? Isn’t this something that everyone should aspire to?

Just think about it.
What do you really want from sex?
For me, there is no alternative to this. Sex is almost nothing without Zen, at least for some of the time. Yes, sex can be a physical act, a wank, a quickie, but real sex is the giving and receiving, and I am not sure anything will change my mind on this, and the glorious receipt of that ultimate state of Satori that can only come from the completion and the oneness of sexual compatibility – with a partner, with oneself, with Zen.

Saturday, 24 September 2011

A Brief Introduction to Intelligent Sex


Sexual Healing

Let’s get down tonight, said Marvin Gaye
I mean, is there an alternative? If a woman or man is feelin’ hot and in need of some lovin’ then surely it is the only humane thing to do.
Of course, it is never that simple because sex never is. For the most simple and natural thing in life, it isn’t half complicated.
I think I am going to have to return to some writing I did some time ago when I started to try and explain the intelligence of sex.

As with most things in life, it is never just about one aspect of intelligence. The truest and most enlightened form of sex is an absolute combination of all the intelligences. It is about the raw instinct of needing sexual stimulation. It is the knowledge of how to have good sex, reaching the specific parts that need to be reached, knowing how to do that to get the physical and sensual pleasure that is the epitome of good sex. It is about sharing; giving and receiving in equal amounts with sexual partners, totally at one with the desires and the wishes of one another, knowing, feeling and imagining what the other person knows, feels and imagines. It is a oneness with oneself, in oblivious comatose state whilst simultaneously sharing ever single moment of wonderment with another person.
Intelligent sex is transcendental. That is it. It defies anything else on this earth. This is what intelligent sex is all about and nothing else will do; well not for those who have experienced it.

Sometimes, I really do wonder whether I would have been better off to stew in self-imposed reborn virginity status. Had I not experienced sex to the full, then I might not feel so deprived without it.
I am really struggling with this. Is it more intelligent to have had mind-blowing sex in order to impart its glory to others or is it better not to have experienced it if it leaves you with such a needy cunt, and soul, and mind?

That is why such sex should never be entered into lightly. You can get rip-roaring sexual pleasure from all manner of sexual experience but this is not what I am talking about. This transcendental sex where Satori is the destination is the peak of sex. How many times in a lifetime can you possibly meet someone who you can attain such bliss with?
You may have the sensuality, or the sexual raunchiness, or the reception from a hungry mouth feeding on genitals, or the emotional togetherness or an amalgamation of some of these but how often can you have it all?
No wonder it hurts. No wonder I, like others, want sexual healing once they have experienced and lived with this sort of sex.
I wonder if Marvin experienced that sort of sex.

Sex is intelligent and sometimes we are bloody stupid to think that we can manage with anything other than the highly intelligent and enlightened form.
Is any sex better than not having this sex? I really am not sure.

I’ve been told I am the best – which is nice! The best ever. Which is even nicer.
Here’s hoping! But at least I do have the experience that I can share with my trusted readers. I have experienced the best sex. I do not profess to be the best but I certainly know about the brilliance and the wonderment of truly special sexual experience.
And sexual enlightenment can only come from this.........

But sexual healing is good, even if you don’t have the Satori.
Looks as though Marvin was right.

I’m not quite in the right frame of mood to continue with this posting at the moment but I will do a proper piece on the intelligence of sex soon.
But to finish for now, I would like to introduce the readers to a book that I am currently reading.
“Zen Sex: The Way of Making Love” by Philip Toshio Sudo.


“Great sex is total abandonment, letting go of inhibition and self-consciousness and giving in to the heat of the moment” he says.
He is talking my language but I think it is much more than this.

“If we apply the principles of zen philosophy to lovemaking, we come to understand the possibilities of spiritual sex – the potential for a transcendent communion to take place. Through this communion, the eternal principles that govern the universe and our lives within it reveal themselves”

This is why I need sex. It opens my eyes, my soul, my everything to more than just the physical act. Sex makes me who I am. Sex means that I am enabled to have the world reveal itself to me and I can think about what I can do to make this transcendental beauty available to others, and not just about sex.
Sex makes me who I am, and I have waited so long to realise this. I function because I am sexual. I think and feel because I have allowed sexuality to live and love within me. I imagine because sex has opened my mind. 
Being sexual makes me intelligent and being intelligent makes me sexual.
Without this, Zenpuss is not half the person that she is.

Think on and I will return to this as soon as possible.

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Not Enough

Not Enough

I said “Enough!” and I meant it. Quite frankly, I wish I could run a mile from all sorts of sexual difficulties at the moment – and then again, it isn’t to do with sex. Not really. The sexual nature of everything is almost the simplest part of the equation.

Enough! I said.

But then there is the other side. Not enough.

And sometimes in life, there is “not enough”. Not enough time to talk and then spend the rest of the day together, and the night too. Not enough time to hold one another, be with one another, relaxing together and just doing basic things together. Not enough time to apologise. Not enought time to reassure.

Not enough! But I am not talking about that for now – my “not enough” is totally about the reality and rawness of sexual desire today.
And I have made a decision that I am never going to cry out “enough!” on that one.

I was watching the television programme about the Sex Researchers on Channel Four (as promised, more on that in another blog, hopefully tomorrow) where they were discussing the treatment for hysteria as Zenpuss has blogged about previously. Swarms of Victorian women were clamouring to be ‘treated’ for their hysteria as though they were queuing up to climb the school ropes for “that funny feeling”. These poor women were sent off for the melancholy treatment only to discover something that they had never experienced and were damn sure that they wanted to experience it again – the female orgasm.

Historically, there are some that see these women as victims; oppressed middle class ladies, sent off to try and sort themselves out so that they could be accommodating to their husbands’ sexual needs after treatment. But in many ways, these women weren’t the victims. They were the blessed. Because someone took the trouble to wake up their sexuality and stick and great big rogering instrument up their fannies to give them an experience of utter delight.

Now maybe some of them went away from their treatment and decided that perhaps their husband’s cock could give them the same pleasure. So surely, they couldn’t then be classified as victims. However, I suspect that others were possibly maltreated with expectancy and the worst thing of all is that I would expect that the majority of them never climaxed from the potentially non-existent stimulation from the husbands after receiving their treatment which is why they returned time and time again back to the fucking machine – literally!

Sometimes a girl just needs plastic or in the case of the Victorian women, wooden or glass dildos with electric forces to stimulate the allegedly non-existent G-Spot.

Hysteria – oh yes, we all suffer from it from time to time and some more than others.
Hysteria, panic, fear, angst, anguish: I wish I had a decent orgasmatron doctor on tap to accommodate my needs when faced with an unhealthy dose of hysteria.

But that’s right. I do!

And surely the one treatment for a woman who feels her lover is deserting her is a gentle or not so gentle reminder that her cunt is still the most delicious thing and he wants to get his hard cock right up inside it as it showers his head with a multitude of grateful eruptions.

I am a fucking volcano, and sometimes that can actually be quite a good thing because just as my passion can air itself in a feisty and negative way, then so too does the positive force of fire comes into play.
And when I am hysterical, albeit in as a controlled way as I can muster, what I need more than anything then is some fucking. Yes, hard and shameless fucking but in the long run I also need some seriously sensual love making to make me feel as the significant woman that I am.

But it all makes me think. Would I have been quite as hysterical about everything had I not been deprived of a decent amount of sex for a few days too many? Am I actually a woman who needs sex on a daily basis, if not two or three times a day?

I think I am.

I think I need my break of fast in the morning with sex, just as others might feel the need for a piece of toast. I need cock, and if I cannot have cock then the dildo will have to do.
I need sex for lunch – perhaps a nice raunchy fuck to enliven me for the rest of the day, and I need an evening session of making love, of bonding, of closeness to ease me into an evening of slumber or aloneness.

I really do need a fuck – very, very frequently and at this moment in my life, I only want it from one source.

But my need for a fuck is almost exacerbated by the conversations that we have had recently, and bizarrely, as much as I yearn for a couple of hours in bed with my lover (when was the last time we did without having to go through more breaking news, more anguish and tears, more comforting and placating?) I also want some deeply passionate love-making. It may look too urgent or even aggressive to be love-making but I happen to believe that even the most desperate of fucks is precisely that for me and my lover.

In my hysteria I need a fuck even more. My fucks are not recreational sex. However much they may seem so, I do not fuck my lover as a recreation, though of course there is an element of recreational enjoyment in it. I need it to be more than that though. Yet, I really, really do need fucking at the moment; not as reassurance but because there is a physical need to get something moving in my body so that I can firmly stay in the now for every second possible.

Maybe it is a sort of therapy. Maybe it is a sort of denial – everything will be fine as long as I have his cock up my cunt. But there is nothing wrong with living in the now and there is nothing wrong with admitting that you are a bit more needy than usual on the sex side, not out of envy, not as part of proving a point, merely a very urgent need to be fucked as a partial resolution for my hysteria.
Now admittedly, it would be hard to recognise the difference; horny Zenpuss or hysterical Zenpuss? They both need regular fucking.

But whilst horny Zenpuss can just be a little bit patient if a day goes by without a fuck, hsyterial Zenpuss is a little more upset by the prospect, and may I reiterate once more that it is not a conscious decision or consideration that I am trying to prove my sexual prowess. At this point in time, I’d be mortified if I was having to do that after all the years of sensational fucking. As much as I may be a desperate moo, I’m not desperate enough to have cock up me for sympathy!
But of course, there is a confidence thing. Mine has been knocked, and I find it difficult to consider that sex with me is not as enjoyable as it once was because of the presence of another sexual being in my lover’s life.

But that aside, it is clear that there may be a multitude of reasons why I need sex more at the moment, but I am convinced that some of it is due to calming my destructive emotions. If I fill my mind, body and soul with passionate feelings and heightened sexuality then the rest of the world does not exist.

There is a time and place for everything. I need sensual. I need adoration too. I need to know my lover longs for me as much as I do him but I also need a damn good fuck.

Don’t try this at home, they say. DO try this at home.
My cunt is exploding with mini-orgasms some six hours after I had made love today. My cunt is so gloriously aroused that I can get myself off in an instant. My dildo is beside me ready to be inserted the minute I stop writing, and tomorrow morning I will still need to be stuffed full of fingers or cock at the earliest opportunity.

So what do I need you to try at home? A fucking fisting, that’s what. A deliciously urgent fisting, preferably after requesting it, KY smothered on the whole of the hand and a gradual sliding in to immerse the whole hand up my cunt.

Do try this at home, especially if you are feeling a little hysterical, and if you’re not, then pretend! In fact, perhaps I ought to continue being hysterical and carrying a load of destructive emotions if the end product is this much passion – but of course I jest. I’ll still want the sex without the hysteria – be assured.

And after the fist has been removed, make sure you knock a big cock up there as soon as the hand has withdrawn. The orgasm is fucking unbelievable, prolonged and intense. I love it!

Sex is not the answer to everything. It is causal as well as effective but those Victorians were onto something with their treatment and maybe we should be aware of the great healing powers of Zen sex that is totally about the passion, togetherness, raunchiness and wonderment of the single moment in time.

Definitely NEVER enough.

Thursday, 8 April 2010


A man walks down to the river, ready to collect his water for the day.
Upon reaching the river, he realises he has left his container at his house and has no vessel with which to collect the water.
He looks to the rushing stream and places two fingers within.
He licks his fingers and holds them gently in his mouth, pausing to savour.


Zenpuss has been thinking. Not Zazenpuss then, just Zenpuss.
Zenpuss is trying to consider what being a Zen Puss is really all about. It is uncomplicated and unconscious at the same time as being complex and convoluted. It is all things and it is nothing. It is the self and it is about others. There is no answer and yet the answer is there for all to see.

Being at one with ourselves and considering the oneness of others has to be a path to Enlightenment. I am almost fearful of using quotes from the great masters to justify my purpose because I feel far too inept to do them justice. I am humbled by the expression and thoughtfulness of others and I do not want to demean their words in any way. However, there is so much to learn about sexual enlightenment through what is written about enlightenment itself, and therefore is probably worth commentary.

And yet, I am still concerned by the fact that one of the Five Worldly Desires is a desire for sex, and this is not necessarily seen as a positive thing.
Perhaps sex in itself is fine and that an enlightened sexuality transcends desire. For now, that is how I am approaching this.

I was going to apologise to regular readers, if there are any, for this writing not being full of sexual innuendos and sauciness but I shall not. Part of being Zenpuss is to excite, arouse, fascinate as a means of bringing out the readers’ essence of sexuality. I aim to stimulate in order that you, the reader, gets a greater understanding of your own sexuality. However, Zenpuss also aims to bring sexual enlightenment and reasoning to others, though the reasoning is not a necessary element unless it helps one to simply be.

I cannot have a name like Zenpuss without thinking about the first syllable in greater detail. So today’s writing is about Zen, about what it could mean as far as sexuality and how that sexuality may bring an aspect of enlightenment that is not yet realised.

Zen is a lifetime of training. It has no end. Even the enlightened continue to practice. They do not sit in defiant harmony once Enlightenment has been achieved.
Just so with sexuality. Even those who feel that they have had a life fulfilled by wonderful sexual experiences still have plenty to learn about the completeness of sex and the oneness with another, and indeed themselves. Nothing is unattainable. Nothing is reached, and yet in the simplicity and complexity of sex, one can glimpse the Satori; the absolute expression of the enlightened.

Sex, of course, is a very personal thing and subconsciously or consciously we build a picture in our mind of right and wrong. Sex is penetrative sex only. Sex is liberating. Homosexuality is wrong. Making love brings harmony. Exploring your own body is frowned upon. Sex is monogamous. Sex is functionary. Masturbation is the best way to achieve orgasm.

The list is ceaseless. Where we have attained these preconceived ideas about sex and sexuality is sometimes a mystery. Whichever way they entered our consciousness though, they are present.

I recently read a commentary about Zen where it stated, “It is not easy to brush away the delusions that cloud emancipating truth”. Our society is full to the brim of delusions about sex and sexuality. There are rules and responsibilities. There are conditional rights and wrongs. There is a distinct lack of liberty. In order to truly understand our own sexuality we must free ourselves from the imposed and the self-developed misconceptions about what is sexuality, recognising that sexuality has to be something that is very personal and individualistic. What is understood as sexual peaks by some is only half way up the mountain for others. What is patently immoral to one is the only way to enlightenment for another.

Being sexually enlightened has to involve brushing away these delusions and preconceptions. Being sexually liberated means freeing oneself from all that knowledge and thought, and simply be at one with your sexual being.
Let’s consider the Three Treasures of Buddhism as a starting point. Again, I do make a slight apology to the greatness of the Buddha’s if they feel offended at my usage but there is no intention of abuse. I am merely using these ideas and words to convey the meaning of enlightenment in a sexual way.

The Buddha is the one who realises.
The Dharma is what is realised.
The Sangha is the harmony of realisation and practice.

I’m not professing to be a Buddha. That is way beyond me for now. The Buddha in this case is you; the person who realises that there is a need and a want for sexual enlightenment. In that case, it could be me, it could be you.
The Dharma, as far as sexual enlightenment is concerned is what is realised; the release from the delusions, the stimulation and serenity of sexual fulfilment, the actualisation of sexual harmony.
The Sangha is the coming together of mind and body in understanding what sex is and can be and doing something about it.

I have been awakened from my dormant state. I have realised what I want and what I need. I have enjoyed the essence of my sexual being and I am in total harmony and in complete peace when I have the opportunity to practice and further continue my realisation.

Here’s another quote. “We can learn to live together in a way that leads to the realisation of everyone’s true nature not only on an individual level but also as a community, as a Sangha”.

Not exactly justification for swingers but there is an essence of sharing that should not be lost. Sexuality is about the individual but it is also about the collective. It is about two people coming together in a way that is utterly unique amongst living things. Other animals have sex. From what we know, they act instinctively. As humans, we have been blessed with the capacity to have sex beyond the animalistic instinct. We can think sex, we can realise it in a completely different way by engaging the mind and transforming ourselves through the collective spirit and the one spirit. The realisation of one’s own sexuality is vital. In order to set aside the delusions of a communal thought on sexuality, it needs each of those who are either sexually enlightened or on a pathway to speak the truth thus realising the true nature of sexuality.

Zen considers some extremely important aspects of life that could also be seen in a sexual way.
Zen practice is about how “we wish to properly appreciate what we already have, what is inherent within us”.
Society and the expectations or delusions of it, sometimes ignore the inherent nature of our sexuality. Our sexuality is there. It is ever present but we frequently disregard its significance and its vitality. The capacity for good sex, fulfilling sex, enduring sex is within us all but other factors get in the way. The essence of our being is present and within that essence is our sexuality. So why do we go to such great lengths to hide it, cover it, pretend that the sexual mind is not as significant as other intellectual thoughts or the mundane necessities of life? To some, sex is a necessity of life and yet we still deny it.

Being naughty, Zenpuss is thinking on a practical level here. Not everyone can get the type of sex that they want at the time that they want it. I know I can’t but there is a physical nature to be explored here.

“What is inherent within us”. We all have our own bodies; we all have the capacity to be sexual. If there is not an opportunity to share this sexuality, then maybe we should consider exploring ourselves. Masturbation is largely ignored because it is deemed to be unacceptable behaviour. If you are this quoted phrase at a pedantic, face-value, is there not a possibility that self-exploration of what is within oneself is a step in the right direction?

“True nature” is the Buddhist way. True nature is in itself the “original self”.
In an essay by Taizen Maezumi, a question is posed. Can everyone realise true nature?
The answer to that is obviously a resounding yes. Every person, irrespective of intellectual capacity can realise and recognise the “original self”. Zenpuss is suggesting that in order to do this, one should also consider one’s sexual self, for it is there, inherent, from the beginning. “We will not be satisfied until we realise what we have” says Maezumi, and that is exactly so with sexuality. How can we express ourselves sexually if we do not know ourselves as sexual beings? How can we expect others to understand our sexuality if we do not recognise it ourselves?

The original self requires a certain amount of insular behaviour. One has to look inwardly in order to understand one’s true nature. In doing that, one is ready to take one’s self into the reaches of others. There is no end to this search for the original self. It should be perpetual. It should fluctuate but it is vital to recognise that it is already there.

Dogen Zenji stated that we should “practice the Way with wholeheartedness” or “to become one with whatever you do”. Maezumi interprets this with the following statement.
“When you really become one with whatever you do, that is the realisation of the Way; yet whether you realise your true nature or not depends on you.”

Exactly so.
Just as it is with the complete Way, then so too is it with the sexual Way. It is dependent on all of us to find our sexual Way and to realise the inherent true nature that is already in existence. Pretending we are something that we are not is definitely not the Way. The purpose of Zen practice is not to become something different to what we actually are. “If we dig in the wrong place, regardless of how diligently we try, it is in vain”, says one commentator.
You cannot be what you are inherently not. You cannot have a sexual awakening if there isn’t something there in the first place. It should happen like osmosis; naturally and yet the realisation can be like a flash of lightening. Each and every one of us has the capacity to realise this essential essence from within but to try and be something else is not the way forward.

Many years ago, I did not touch myself. I did not explore my own body and I did not consider having the sexual experiences that I currently have. My delusions about sexuality were developed from somewhere but they were not those that were inherently within me. What I have experienced in recent years has been this awakening of my natural state – my original self. Had I pretended to be something different, had I tried to please a lover with practice beyond what I considered to be right for me, I would have been filled with disappointment, anxiety and even shame. On the contrary, I have been enlightened not by a sexual act but by my propensity to feel at ease and natural with whatever sexual act I can indulge myself and others in.
My ability to ejaculate, for instance, was always there. It didn’t just emerge one night in the front of my car with a capable finger or two being inserted into my pussy. It was always there. I just hadn’t freed my mind to its potential. My lover asking me to fist myself was not a problem. I was not trying to please him with some outlandish practice that went against the core of what was me. I just hadn’t enabled such thoughts and such practices to materialise. Now, I was given an opportunity to realise what I actually was – my original sexual self. That is why I am indebted to the person. That cannot be forgotten but I am indebted to myself also for allowing this enablement to happen.

Dogen Zenji talks about Zen practice as being like a spiral comprising of four strands; raising the Bodhi mind, practicing, attaining realisation and attaining liberation. In liberation lies the Bodhi mind, the mind that aspires to enlightenment, which leads us to practice, then attainment, then liberation, spiralling ever upward. I paraphrase Zenji via a commentator but it is important to realise that there is a possibility that Enlightenment in this way is infinite. Having achieved enlightenment the path may not end. The spiral reaches further, the practice can increase and grow. It can branch forth in different directions whilst maintaining a pathway as it does.

So too with sexuality.
There have been times when I have thought I had reached the peak of my sexuality and sexual practice and experience. I have mentioned this before in these blogs. I have lain in bed thinking that it is impossible to improve upon this. It cannot get any better than being completely at one with your lover; where words are insignificant and cannot possibly encapsulate all that has been experienced. There have been times when I have been literally fucked to pieces and that my mind as well as my body can take no more of this perfection. Then returning to bed or to sex a mere day or two later, something happens that escalates the experience once more. The pinnacle was reached and yet the spiral continues. There is more even if the practice has constancy.

I suppose a lot of this is the experience of the now. What was deemed to be perfect yesterday was perfect for yesterday. There may be almost 100% adherence to the practice of yesterday and today, yet today it feels nearer perfect than yesterday without the need for that crude comparison. Because actually, yesterday was perfect too, only a different perfect than today.

That’s what I love about Zen; an abandonment of logic yet perfect logic at the same time. It does work if you think about it.

Liberation is another word that is frequently batted around almost flippantly disregarding its extent. Zetsu gaku means being liberated. “Honour the man who is through with learning and free from action” – the one who has “right liberation” and “right wisdom”.

I’m not ready to be liberated from learning yet. There is a vast world of the undiscovered for me but I understand the thought behind this.
Knowledge and understanding, thoughts and feelings can be liberating yet at the same time they can thwart the path to finding one’s true self. To have no need for more learning yet to want to continue is something completely different. To desire no action yet still indulge in the odd activity or two is also commendable. There is a liberation in Zazen.

What does this mean in a sexual way?

When looking at the sixties, people often use the phrase “sexual liberation” but did that really capture it in its totality? The delusions were still there as they are now. I wasn’t there so I cannot speak from experience but I wonder whether people confuse liberty and inhibitions. The loss of the latter can lead to the former but not necessarily. They are different.
In the sixties, people certainly lost some of their inhibitions about sexuality and felt the freedom to physically engage in wonderful, experiential sex, and for some that would lead to liberation but not for everyone. Some were still tied by conformity and expectation. The fact that this uninhibited and liberated sex did not become the ‘norm’ suggests that there is still work to be done to liberate us all from the shackles of preconceived notions of sexuality.

Consider this.
“The Law of Causation applies to everybody.......Within limitation, there is always freedom. Regardless of where you go or what you do, in one way or another life is restricted. Don’t look to circumstances or environment for your freedom. You won’t find it. You can always find freedom within limitation”.
And consider this too.
“Emancipating the mind, even the fire becomes cool”.
And finally, this.
“We try to understand enlightenment by our discriminative mind; yet our discriminative, our discursive thought, is the very thing that binds us.”

There is a dichotomy at work here. In order to liberate ourselves we have to think. The ability to think can make the impossible possible, like the fire being cool but as we think, we somehow tangle ourselves up once more and the liberation that we are seeking is lost in the discriminative mind.
People desire liberty. It is an age old aspiration and yet there is a possibility that we are looking in the wrong places. Indeed, even looking in itself could prevent us from being free.
Sexuality is one way of looking for freedom. Sexual freedom is one way of being liberated.
“We can be bound by enlightenment, freedom, even peace, in which case there is actually no enlightenment, freedom or peace”.

For me, there is freedom within limitation and one way that I seek this freedom is through my sexual liberation. I do not have a secret life. I have my life. I do not hold to conventions yet I live in one.
The way to liberty is to feel it, in the right places. Sexual liberty is all about finding yourself and your desires, being true to yourself above and beyond the expectations and constraints of others.

Should I allow my partner to have sex with another person? What is this ‘allow’? There is no ‘allow’ in sexual liberation. The ‘allowance’ is not present. Having sex with another person should not detract from the sex and the intensity of a relationship with your loved one. In order to liberate yourselves you should liberate others. Nobody should be tied down, expected to behave in a certain way. If the liberation is attachment for some, then so be it but where it isn’t the Way, then that should also be recognised.

True sexual liberation is hard. To be completely at one with your sexuality may even seem contradictory when so much of our sexual lives is bound to other human beings; their feelings, thoughts and emotions. If you are living a life as the Zen way suggests, you should be more than mindful of the needs and wants of others even if that sometimes feels as though it is going against your natural beliefs, even if it feels as though it is shackling your freedom.

Dogen Zenji says that only the foolish think concern for others is at one’s own expense.

This brings me to my final point of the day; the respect of others.
My own sexuality is bound up in the sexuality of others. In some ways my raison d’etre is to please others sexually. In doing so I reach a pinnacle of my own sexuality. Concern for others is my sexuality. It does not detract from it at all. It enhances it every time. Seeing the look on my lover’s face when I am pleasuring myself is far more wondrous than the climax I can give myself.

“To think of others first, we do something for them; then, in one way or another, sooner or later, it benefits ourselves”.
The bodhisattva is to care more about others than oneself.
If we are ultimately to find our true self, we have to do it with the consideration of others in mind. Sometimes the consideration for one person conflicts with the consideration for another, and that is a quandary too but being sexually enlightened has to involve the needs of others and the willingness to desire what others want too. Sometimes, of course, the conflict is with the desire of others and what you actually want. Sometimes, what one person might consider to be selfish action is actually helping them along their pathway.

As I said, therein is the joy of the yin and yang of life, and indeed sexuality.
Ultimately, what is the Way? It’s “anuttara samyak sambohi” – the best way, the unsurpassable way, the perfect wisdom. It is our life itself.
In order to be sexually enlightened we have to embrace our sexuality as part of life itself. In doing so we may catch a glimpse of one’s true self.

The man rests a while to sit.
Satisfied, he returns home with all the water that he requires.