Nature is my Church, Sex is my Worship.

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As my body lies carefree on the supportive embrace of the ground, I’m reminded to let go.

Mind chatter ceases. My attention shifts to my breath and the subtle vibrations beginning to circulate within my welcoming human form.

Connecting so closely with the earth elicits a potent sense of firm foundation. I am like a tree with a base to keep me grounded, while my consciousness is given the freedom to roam. With no pressing matters of unnecessary stress to hold onto, I melt into the moment, fully aware that surrender is the key to powerful sex.

Sometimes, I hear nothing but waves, or a trickling river birthed by snow-capped mountains, a gentle breeze, and birds serenading one another with their charming love songs.

I hear my own breath deepen and that of my beloved’s. I welcome dirt, sand, and grass to mingle with my backside. I long to feel the prana (life force) from below frolicking with my own. I offer my nudity to the rawness of the land. I am warmly blanketed by Mother Earth, whose essence encourages copulation, and allows layers to dissolve along with my busy ego.

Unconstrained by the prison of clothes, my lover and I begin to explore one another. There is no rush.

The sense receptors on my skin absorb the appeasing freshness in the air. I become less concerned with how I look or sound. The earth inspires me to remove all masks of identity, to be unapologetically real, human, playful, and innocent.

Telluric energy streams into the channels of my being as I become more familiar with the fact I’m not separate from nature, but rather an extension of her. My perception heightens as it eases past my limited five senses. I give myself. I pray. I consecrate the fruits of my blessed union to Divine Consciousness, the source of will and manifestation.

The arousal builds fast, as it usually does when I’m outdoors, distanced from societal drama and heavy city vibes. I have no concern for time or space. The big blue planet’s sanctuary encourages me to check out of the often frustrating mundane and tune into the pure rhythms of life. Stirring sexual energy guides me to envision total planetary peace. I remind myself that visionary fantasies don’t need to be imprisoned by the walls of practicality.

I let the fullness of my inhalations increase elasticity in my lungs as the molecules dance with the surrounding atmosphere. The exhalations encourage a deeper relaxation.

My bodily expressions invite my consort into my sacred temple. I’m entered very slowly as he looks at me. I’m present and participating in the cherished moment as it is so holy. The profound vibrations of yin and yang merging into one cause me to pray again. I’m becoming the earth now. Wide and free. Abundant. Alive without borders, creating, expanding, trusting to be moved in harmonious directions. Melting into all that was and all that ever will be.

No doubt spirit is involved in our coitus, and she is quite pleased. As my man’s pillar of life kisses the most receptive pole in my body, tears drench my face. His solar wand acts as an instrument which allows my skin-encapsulated feminine form to catapult further into significant joy beyond mortality. Male and female yoking in non-duality.

Feeling beneath me the living entity of earth while receiving my lover evokes a profound merging with God. I am heaven, dirt, clouds, the smooth river rocks, and the flowing water I hear.

I am the moon and she is me.

I am the wildlife, the shimmering stars. I am the earthworms, the seedlings, the nearby blossoms, and the sun that gives them life. I am the woodland nymph, and jungle pixie, the seductive mermaid, and wise old witch.

I’m consumed by euphoria as we continue our divine dance. I think of nothing but devoting our love to spirit. Bodily pleasure is a bonus. I desire only to truly make love. Involuntarily more sincere worship surfaces. How can I share my elation? It is too overwhelming for just a little lady body. It is sublime, nearly more than I can handle. I offer my mirth to all sentient beings, the earth, the cosmos, to love itself. I bow at the altar of my supreme, primitive church.

My body fills with overpowering, feverish joy. A volcano begins to erupt within. Fiery energies dance between our sex centers, up from the earthy, primal ground and down from the heavens. Heat drenches my internal playground and I drown in ecstasy—consumed by pure implosions.

I am a lightning rod receiving frequencies from celestial realms. Quenched by the essence of nature. F*cked by love. I feel safe to throw my whole self into it. No holding back. The goddess within bursts out of prison, unrestrained with wild abandon.

Conscious of the pulsating life within and all around me, I sacrifice all I know of my personality, my relations, my job, thoughts, tensions, or labels. More godly sensations penetrate me. I give myself permission to be vulnerable, to receive. No longer my human form, I drift. Tears pour down my spellbound cheeks.

An unfamiliar awareness creeps in to assure me everything is in perfect harmony. I cry more, longing to share this experience with the world that exists somewhere outside the bubble I’m floating in. It is expansion to the highest degree, beyond words, beyond worlds. Fathomless cosmic bliss. I become a dew drop softly easing back into the ocean of infinite bliss, the microcosm in the macrocosm.

Barely blinking my eyes, I semi-resist returning to the material world. I’m tempted to relinquish my life and linger aimlessly to the astral utopia opening its gates. Instead of vanishing, I allow the mystical reality to give birth to an enhanced me. Organic rewiring and restoration arise from accessing this enchanting kingdom of nirvana changes me.

I adore having a threesome with Pachamama!

Some of the most enlightening experiences I have ever had were brought about by the sacred bliss of intimacy in the treasured setting of nature. To that I kneel in gratitude. The ancient mana intertwined with the sacredness of transcendental joining invites a palpable paradise to permeate my soul. All sin replaced by faithful devotion.

Making love on Mother Earth is always a cherished experience which illuminates my senses and expands my joyous heart and mind. I’m devoted to the mystical magic amplified by nature’s pure wonder and sex combined. The undeniable connection to everything is then revealed.

author: Tirzah (Adya) Shiya

Image: Laura Marques/Unsplash

Editor: Lieselle Davidson

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Tirzah (Adya) Shiya

Tirzah (Adya) Shiya is a warm-hearted Tantra yoga instructor, intimacy coach, nature devotee, and love enthusiast. She considers herself a citizen of the world and has received the richest education through travel (external and internal). She genuinely adores culture shock, bare feet, dreaming, coconuts, oddities, buzzing meditations, and making love (in every sense of the word). She is currently working on heart and mind expansion, finding amusement in any situation, and cultivating knowledge through nature. She feels most alive when illuminating herself and others in the vast ocean of infinite love. Connect with her on her website and follow her on Instagram.