Are Religion and Sex Mutually Exclusive?

I recently attended a poetry class where several students indicated that I should decide if a poem I wrote was about religious love or the human expression of love?

Do these two things not go together?

It seems odd to me to believe that a God who loves what was created would instill basic instincts and then deny the creation of those very instincts.

Embracing Nirvana

Probing endlessly in the dark,

I encounter my beloved, and our souls embrace

after years of longing for one another.

The needle on the scale tips in a split second

from ground zero,

arching across the sky like a rainbow,

propelling me into

…the pot of gold.

Now submerged in Heaven’s vessel,

the taste of new life percolates.

Sacred encounters emerge during sleep and meander into the morning.

waking moments become a path to walk, leading me

to nighttime where my feet leave the ground and

– I drift to Heaven.

A slow wind whirls through my mind, and thoughts of you linger in the cloud,

stirring the ache at the depths of my roots.

The ache that came forward in time with me the day I was born.

A memory of lost love pierces my heart, and then,

the pain dissipates as an image of the pleasure found in the aftertaste of a long embrace billows through my mind.

I approach a new crest in my ascent.

The funnel circles back around, and a tornado

of remembrance arrows stab my heart

with wounds of betrayal, rejection, and inadequacy.

I fall back to the earth to rejoin society and start my day.

Another walk through the wilderness,

passing a mascaraed of faces,

cloaking spirits from beyond with mixed intentions.

I labor to navigate a safe passage

through a                                        earthly

maze of


Exhaustion sets in.

I escape in a daydream to search for my beloved in hopes of a moment of tranquility -My effort is futile.

The moonbeams finally arrive, signaling my return to the quest for my evening delight.

A rhapsody of pleasure dances through my consciousness.

I pause momentarily to relish the enticement.

As I near the depths of my nocturnal state,

I penetrate the darkness.

My beloved’s essence corrals me,

awakening my latent desire.

Now enclosed in Eden,

The fragrance of eternal passion arouses me.                                                             I wander through the garden, intoxicated by love,                                                                                                      searching for his embrace.                                                                                                    The darkness envelopes me,

and his essence fades away…

Distraught, I submerge myself in a diatribe of self-inflicted pain.

Unworthy of nirvana,

I plunge past lucid dreams into unconscious sleep.

Accompanying the morning rays,

a crescendo of arousing quivers break through

the barrier of a deep sleep,

carrying me on a cloud to daylight.

Lured by my beloved, who has found me in the garden,

a fire rises in my soul, drawing me toward paradise.

I find buoyancy as I push through the obscurity of early morning unconsciousness that traverses a new day.  A sweet melody cascades through the haze, bridging us toward one another.  Deep tremors emanate at the base of my spine, provoking me to turn and recognize his sturdy figure approaching through the mist.  As my body shudders from my spine outward, erupting in a tingling blanket of vitality that covers every inch of my skin, my beloved comes into focus, and I feel the rhythmic beat of my heart thudding in my chest as I step forward through the fog.  My eyes meet his gentle gaze, and before I reach him, I am conquered by rapture as our souls converge.  Having rid ourselves of the darkness, together, we ascend the funnel towards new birth, with a surge of adoration for one another.

The eternal piece of me, now united with my beloved’s timeless core,

breaking the chains that were binding as our souls meld in the sacred unity of enlightenment.  Now revitalized, my eyes open wide to the new day.  My beloved’s thoughts invade my mind while his essence steadies me.  Pangs of pleasure caress my body, germinating lust, transforming me into a mature woman — a union of complete desperation that transcends time and space — the kind of love that moves mountains and creates a new Heaven and Earth.  Now able to walk on the same plane, holding hands, dynamic energy proliferates the universe with cosmic love.  A love that has not arced humanity in thousands of years.

Morning arrives, and I awake to feel the basal vibration of the core of humanity coursing through my body – I am wavering between pure ecstasy and utter agony.  I find no middle ground and land on an upbeat, hanging in suspense.

“Are Religion and Sex Mutually Exclusive?”

I want to suggest that religious love and human love are not mutually exclusive.  God created humanity with the basic needs of food, water, sex, shelter, and community for survival.  If God is love, then all of these basic needs should be met.  I understand abstaining for short periods of time as a personal development method, but I strongly disagree that these two types of love are mutually exclusive.  My poem describes a higher evolved form of love – one that is Spiritually Human.   And scripture confirms my understanding.

Mark 12:24

– Jesus said to them, “Is not this why you are wrong, that you know neither the Scriptures nor the power of God?  For when they rise from the dead, they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels in Heaven.  And as for the dead being raised, have you not read in the book of Moses, in the passage about the bush, how God said to him, “I am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob”?  He is not the God of the dead, but of the living; you are quite wrong.”

 Genesis 8:17

– Bring forth with thee every living thing that is with thee of all flesh, both birds, and cattle, and every creeping thing that creepeth upon the Earth; that they may breed abundantly in the earth, and be fruitful, and multiply upon the Earth.

Exodus 32:13

– Remember Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, thy servants, to whom thou swarest by thine own self, and saidst unto them, I will multiply your seed as the stars of heaven, and all this land that I have spoken of will I give unto your seed, and they shall inherit it for ever.

Genesis 35:11

– And God said unto him, I am God Almighty: be fruitful and multiply; a nation and a company of nations shall be of thee, and kings shall come out of thy loins;

 Proverbs 5: 18

– Let thy fountain be blessed;
And rejoice in the wife of thy youth.
19 As a loving hind and a pleasant doe,
Let her breasts satisfy thee at all times;
And be thou ravished always with her love.

Doesn’t seem confusing to me.

Illustration by Eric Savage