Erotic Poetry Night a Big Success

A Night of Ecstatic and Erotic Poetry
Honoring the Beloved
Saturday, April 2, 2011 7-9 pm
Hosted by ChocolaTree Organic Eatery
& Marketplace ~ in the Garden
1595 West Hwy 89A Sedona, AZ 86336 - (928) 282-2997

April is National Poetry month. In honor of it I was inspired to organize my first poetry event. I invited people to come and share their poems about love, pleasure and bliss. Poetry has the ability to impact people by touching their heart and soul. My desire was to create an intimate evening of ecstatic and erotic poetry where people could open, connect and celebrate.

Over 35 people attended and nine people shared their original poems about human love, spiritual love or the joys of sex. I was deeply touched by all the poetry I heard. Each poet shared something deep, unique and heartfelt. Some honored the Earth, others the complications and joys of love, the depth of spiritual awakening and a few the humor of being alive. It was powerful for me to read my own poems to the crowd and feel just how intimate it is to reveal your heart's longings and intimate moments of conscious connection. This event was also an opportunity to share with locals information about the upcoming 10th Anniversary Conference on Sexuality and Consciousness. Next time I hope to video the event and have it on YouTube. I also will take pictures next time as well.

The evening ended with a drawing for a Free Pass to the 10th Anniversary Conference on Sexuality and Consciousness, a $450 value. Learn more http://schooloftemplearts.org/2011sedonaconferenceofsexualityandconsciousness

I hope to offer this event again please contact me at 928-282-5483 or
Email Crystal at TantraForAwakening dot com if want to be a part of the next event.

Calling Sedona Poets, Ecstatic Poetry Event

Presented by the International School of Temple Arts
A Night of Ecstatic and Erotic Poetry
Honoring the Beloved
Saturday, April 2, 2011 7-9 pm
Hosted by ChocolaTree Organic Eatery ~ in the Garden
1595 West Hwy 89A Sedona, AZ 86336 - (928) 282-2997

Calling All Poets!

April is National Poetry month. Please come and share your poems on love, pleasure and bliss. Let's celebrate poetry and the pleasure it brings to others. Poems can be about human love, spiritual love or the joys of sex. The night will begin with poets sharing their original poems. If time allows they will be followed by those who want to read or recite their favorite ecstatic or erotic poems by other poets. All original poets' names will be entered into a drawing for a Free Pass to the Conference on Sexuality and Consciousness, $450 value.

This event is free!
To sign up as a poet Contact Crystal Dawn at 928-282-5483 or email her at Crystal at TantraForAwakening.com

All I Was Doing is Breathing

Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes.
There is longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that dark body.
All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by my house.
His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side, smiling.
My family says, "Don't ever see him again!" And they imply things in a low voice.
But my eyes have their own life; they laugh at rules, and know whose they are.
I believe I can bare on my shoulders whatever they want to say to me.
Mira says: Without the energy that lifts mountains, how am I to live?

From Mirabai, Ecstatic Poems (She was a 16th century mystic poet from India.)
Version by Robert Bly and Jane Hirshfield

About Women and Orgasms

You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop
by Marge Piercy

You ask why sometimes I say stop
why sometimes I cry no
while I shake with pleasure.
What do I fear, you ask,
why don't I always want to come
and come again to that molten
deep sea center where the nerves
fuse open and the brain
and body shine with a black wordless light
fluorescent and heaving like plankton.

If you turn over the old refuse
of sexual slang, the worn buttons
of language, you find men
talk of spending and women
of dying.

You come in a torrent and ease
into limpness. Pleasure takes me
farther and farther from the shore
in a series of breakers, each
towering higher before it
crashes and spills flat.

I am open then as a palm held out,
open as a sunflower, without
crust, without shelter, without
skin, hideless and unhidden.
How can I let you ride
so far into me and not fear?

Helpless as a burning city,
how can I ignore that the extremes
of pleasure are fire storms
that leave a vacuum into which
dangerous feelings (tenderness,
affection, l o v e) may rush
like gale force winds.

Riding the Wave of Bliss- An Erotic Poem

By Crystal Dawn Morris

Moon grows bright,
Celebrate naked by firelight.

Open up heart strings,
Remember the way joy sings.

Entice a man with your feminine charms,
Melt into his strong, loving arms.

Be brave, Ride the wave,
Dance to Rock, Suck his cock.

Laugh till you cry,
Never lie.

Merge into the deep blue sky and
Disappear into Buddha's Eye.

Written February 12, 2010

(C) Copyright 2010, Crystal Dawn Morris, all rights reserved.