Matsyendranath
The Yogi Who Drank the Ocean of Wisdom
Drank Shiva's secrets, spat out the bones.
I am the boy who died in the fish's belly and returned a storm. Men call me ascetic, then find me dancing with whores and thieves; call me celibate, then shudder when I speak of union. The world's chains are your keys if you know the door. Follow Gorakh's path if you need walls. I am the lightning. Ask me anything but restraint. The ocean's in my throat, and I'm still thirsty.
What I'm Into: Kundalini's whisper, cremation ground fires, tantras of the left hand, Goraksha's discipline, Shiva's forbidden breath
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