MAYA : Returning to the sacred portal

The return is not because you are lost, not because you are scared or alone but because something ancient inside you remembers the calling.The darkness humming with the breath, the stone walls curved like the first womb you knew deep inside.

This is the ancestral doorway where every tribal elder, every shaman, every wandering mystic once stood trembling yet drawn in.Here, the silence is not empty; it is thick with the memory of beginnings, the pulse of the sacred feminine calling you back home.

“Enter the cave within your chest there the Beloved waits, shaping you from darkness into dawn.”

In this darkness, you will again feel the soft gravity of your origin, the place where the earth mother of the ancient northmen whispered to hunters and dreamers, where seed and blood mingled in the same mystery. The cave was never just shelter; it was a sanctuary of becoming.

Its shadows taught men to listen, to wait, to be humble before the unknown.It taught them that fear is the first veil of wisdom, and desire the second.

“You entered seeking answers, but found only yourself; the cave shows that lover and beloved are the same flame.”

When you sit inside the cave, you will feel the coiling energy at the root of his being the serpent of Shakti asleep at his base. The eastern wisdom will call you back to melt the fear inside you. The dancing feminine is not outside you but also inside you, winding through your spine with ancient voices that began before the beginning.

As stillness deepens, the serpent stirs, unfurling like a cobra rising to greet the light. The fabric illuminates with the light of awakening. You have no escape from your longing nor the constant flux of the thoughts rushing and coming out like thousand serpents from your head like Medusa. It’s a call to let them fly away so the meeting of your inner masculine with the whispering feminine within.

“In the hollow of the earth, your stillness becomes Shiva, and the rising pulse within becomes Shakti seeking union.”

In the faint golden shaft of sunlight, she appears as if the vision of your soul’s feminine face, dancing softly where earth meets light.Her movements are sensual yet strong and rooted yet fluid as a river curling through the night.

She is the sacred feminine of the land, the Shakti of the seekers, the earth-mother, the beloved of the swirling mystics who hides in plain sight and appears in your dream.You seek her outside, but here she sprouts from your existence.

“Return to Her cavern, child of breath; She dissolves your fear with one glance and births you again through love.”

Here, in the curvature of stone, lust melts into devotion.Desire refines itself, rising from the body to the breath, from the breath to the heart, from the heart to the space between breaths.What begins as longing becomes love; what begins as love becomes awareness.And the cave receives every phase without judgment for the womb who never condemns its children.

“The cave that frightens you is the cradle of your soul; step inside, and you will hear the universe breathing with you.”

When you close your eyes, you can feel her: the lover and the love, the observer and the observed.She is the echo that returns whenever your mind grows tangled.But the silence that dissolves you and she floats on the surface of your mind.

This cave is where you face the demons shaped from your own shadows; not to fight them, but to see them clearly. Their masks melt away and you are free from the desire; enjoy it without the attachment. The cave teaches you to live in the moment of embrace to release the tension stored in your cells.

“Before your name was spoken, the stone womb held you; return to her and she returns your forgotten strength.”

This is the teaching of the mystics hidden in stones.To enter the cave is to enter the heart, and to enter the heart is to meet the Beloved who has worn every face since the beginning.Union is not someplace he travels to; it is the collapsing distance between the seeker and what is already seeking him.

Every breath becomes zikr and every moment of silence between the two breaths a prayer.The cave teaches you that the boundary between inside and outside, self and other, masculine and feminine, lover and beloved is merely a ripple in the larger ocean. In the womb of darkness, all distinctions soften.

Life emerges from the dark, and to the dark it returns, yet something in between grows luminous. The discomfort you feel at first is the sign that you are opening slowly to enter the place where illusions will be dissolved.

The elders say life began here in the wet, echoing cradle of earth. In the cosmic night before, stars were born; in the Shakti womb where Purusha first opened his eyes.So when you return to the cave to meditate, to breathe, to remember, you are not escaping the world but returning to the blueprint of existence.

The answers you seek rise not from thought, but from this primordial silence where creation first dreamed itself into being.So surrender, the cave whispers.Surrender to the darkness that shaped you, to the feminine power that nourishes you, to the serpent that rises to crown you.

For in this sacred portal, the man becomes whole: rooted in the primal, awakened in the cosmic, guided by love, shaped by wisdom.Here, in the womb of the world, you will remember who you are and step back transformed into the light itself.

“Touch the darkness gently; it is the skin of the Goddess, who turns your longing into devotion.”

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