More Beauties of Meditation
Another Pictorial Guide to the Harmonious Symmetry of the Undraped Meditatrix
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
—William Blake’s Devil
Trigger Warning for Snowflakes, Puritans, and Uncompromising Moralists: This post contains images of relatively beautiful women adopting non-pornographic religious poses, with some of them possibly even really engaging in religious meditation. If you are offended by nudity, then go away, and have a nice day.
In the first incarnation of Beauties of Meditation I mentioned that I am by nature a lustful and oversexed person, even by normal red-blooded masculine standards. As I get older my blood is cooling, and celibacy no longer has me so frustrated that I’m occasionally (when my hormones are high) wanting to cry or smash things or howl like a dog. But still I have a profound appreciation for femininity, especially when a lovely form encloses goodness and sweetness and wisdom.
So, I have made a strategic, flexible defense against my own lustfulness by making a few compromises. (People who are not very lustful may think this is idiotic at best, as well as vile heresy, just as people who are not much attached to food may think overweight people preoccupied with eating are simply weak-willed and should just change their habits and outlook; but such judges obviously do not understand the situation.) One compromise is the æsthetic attempt to combine both worlds, so to speak, of spirituality and stark feminine beauty, by collecting pictures of scantily clad or unclad lovelies sitting in meditation—and if they’re sitting in the full lotus and appear not to be faking it, then so much the better. A spiritual woman is a truly beautiful woman, at least internally.
I may as well add, since the issue has arisen on my Most Clicked-On list, that another “compromise” with my own hot libido has been to adopt more or less philosophical approaches to understanding human sexuality, and discussing them on this blog. This resulted in my writing an essay several months ago (“Lust Epidemic: the Quest for a Voluptuous Adolescent Ideal”) about a seemingly incest-oriented pornographic video game…which has received so many views that it is slowly climbing up the ranks in popularity. This is a little embarrassing for me, but so be it. I am a monk, and a Buddhist, but still I can’t help but like women, especially beautiful ones, and I like hourglass figures, and titties, and smooth, soft skin, and big dreamy eyes, and a sweet, musical voice, just to give a few examples. No doubt it is improper for a serious Buddhist, but I can’t help it, it's completely natural, and I can’t really even wholeheartedly want to help it. So I fight against it less, and watch my feelings, and try to understand my mind and my heart as well as I can.
So anyway, the main part of this post consists of photographic examples of my attempted compromise of ideals with the reality of my own nature. For all I know this may turn into an extended series, because I still have more. A few of them are porn models, but it doesn't matter. Enjoy, or study and try to understand the mysteries of the human heart and endocrine system, or revile me for posting such naughtiness on a Buddhist blog, or whatever feels right to you.
|"Enlightenment," by Justin Bonnet|
|I'm assuming she's at least eighteen|
|she's supposed to be the goddess Durga|
|vintage nudist meditation|
|this young lady, and the one just above her, do not have the best meditative posture,|
as the back should be straight and perpendicular to the earth
(although the Indian-looking one may have some counterbalancing issues with her breasts)
|not trying to be blatantly suggestive here, but a little too much was showing|
below the navel to be appropriate even by my own standards