We, each of us, is a living Tantra,
but who is our unconscious inner Director
and how many times do we even hear this director let alone heed what we hear?

The Tantra of detachment

Do we allow the Tantric play that is our life to unfold,
guided by our inner sense, our inner director,
or are we stuck on our individual reaction to one of the other players
on the stage of life?

All the world's a stage

"All the worlds a stage ..
and all the men and women, merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
and each one in their time plays many parts."

So wrote William Shakespeare 400 odd years ago in "As you like it"

The Play

When I go to the theatre to enjoy a play, I can sit back and watch the scene unravel before me .. I see an overall picture as presented by the director .. the interwoven matrix of personalities that go up to make the complete story ..

Parts of me resonate with the story line, parts of me identify momentarily with different characters. The props and the scenery add a dimension to the overall impact, as I perceive them through my senses.

The director of the play steps back from the written word and takes a "higher perspective" .. seeing this weft and warp of the weave .. the Tantra existing in the moment as each player contributes to the whole.

Detachment

As I sit in the audience, swept up in this detachment, I experience the emotions, the highs and the lows .. yet time does not stand still.

But what would happen if I jumped up on the stage and tried to take over the role of one of the actors because I thought I knew the lines better .. or because I knew my training in acting was better than someone else's?

What then would happen to the Tantra set in motion by the director around the individual facets of the tools he had to work with at the time .. actors individually honed and polished .. not for individual performance, but for the overall presentation.

What happens when I sit in the audience and focus on the part played by one particular actor or actress .. how many of the nuances of the interplays will pass unnoticed ..

How much of Life will I miss ..

We, each of us, is a living Tantra..

Who is our unconscious inner Director ..
    and how many times do we even hear this director
        let alone heed what we hear ..

Do we allow the play to unfold ..
    or are we stuck on our individual reaction to one of the other players ..
        or one of the props ..

To whom do we give the power of
    God or Goddess ..

and is this God or Goddess an archetype of Mother or Father

    merely some other actor to whom we have handed the responsibility
    for the staging of our own life's play ...

    thus abdicating our own directorship ..
    defining our own expression of Tantra
    by someone else's rules - and experiences ..?