I’ve posited before that sex is a valuable tool for contemplation, and I still see it that way.  Both the sexual act and meditation are powerful tools for realization and bliss, and with that potency in it’s cut-straight-to-the-source of non-duality, the practice of mindfulness is of the utmost importance.

We can approach sex with wishes to pursue, to capture, to claim, to possess, with someone – with some other Self.  And during the act, we can find ourselves in the bliss of love and orgasm that the practice offers, but it soon ends, and it’s back to real life again and doing the laundry.

In meditation, we can approach it with wishes to understand our mind, our thoughts, our feelings, our habits, our actions – to get a snapshot and claim this picture of our aggregates as our Self.  And while sitting, we can find ourselves in the bliss of the moment of NOW.  We are aware of the stream of thoughts flowing in front of us or through our hearts.  We are aware of the bodily sensations, and we can remain unattached to these karmic manifestations.  However, this also soon ends, and we are left to deal with real life and doing the laundry.

I say this because in both practices – sex and meditation – we can be very unaware of the subtle wish to capture either our own Self or another Self for even a moment.  And both are futile because of the extraordinary fleeting nature of impermanence.  But if we do our sitting and/or our screwing with the mindfulness of emptiness – that all phenomena does not exist inherently on it’s own side – we can continue to touch on our non-dual nature and possibly open the door a little further to enlightenment.