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The Art of Love Making

The art of making love is a never-ending journey. As soon as it dampens into the mundane – we are no longer present in between the sheets. Love making has the potential to be a multi-medium art form that gives way to channelling spirit like no other. It is a creative, visceral and deeply felt experience for transformation and self-exploration. Yet, in modern society, somehow it is used to run away from ourselves, when in fact, it is an invitation for some of the most vulnerable and intrepid journeys.

Self-Beloved, Art Piece and photography by Clare Morris
Self-Beloved, Art Piece and photography by Clare Morris

Self-beloved (A love poem to self)

I can see you moving towards me - stroking your fingers across my skin - as I listen intently to your softening breath - your fingers wrapped around my thighs - as my chest opens - ready to receive all of you - intimately - devouring me as your devotion - with my waking breath - that bursts at the seems - through the pores of my skin - as you touch my neck with your fingertips - and my pelvis collapses - in ecstatic bliss - I am yours forever - in this moment - beloved - tears clean my eyes - as my body bursts into light - dancing - dying - becoming - whole - in the fierce grip of your loving embrace - your beating heart - my swelling chest - your falling belly - looking deep into my eyes with unwavering knowing - that we will live and die a thousand deaths - in these arms.

I wrote this poem when I had been on a path of celibacy for the last 4 and a half years. I found myself in this sexual fast because I wanted to experience myself as being deeply respected from within. I wanted to become precious and free in my expression through my innocence. To be a temple of Gaia, like Mother Earth, to be erotically expressed through the pristinely pure nature of my sensuality, and to be held in the honouring of my becoming that deems all life as sacred.

I longed to find my true self. I felt that my body had been physically, emotionally, and spiritually violated through acts of sex. I can’t say I experienced what it truly meant to be ‘Beloved”. What it truly meant to be celebrated and seen… and so I learnt to be numb. To use my body as a tool to ‘check out’. I did not know what it meant to move with my breath or sink into the subtle tenderness of the warmth of each moment. Even though I loved deeply, and I was so willing, I was taken for granted by myself and so also by those who asked to be met by me.

In my journey of celibacy, I learnt many things...

Sometimes I would cry during sex, and I didn’t know why. Now I do… In my journey of celibacy, I learnt many things. I learnt how to make love to myself in a way that I could journey further and deeper into the angelic realms, as a state of bliss that can only be described as ecstatic heaven. I also began to explore different ways to access myself with scents and sounds. To look at myself in the mirror and soak in my radiance, which I could never do with a partner. To make love with my divinity in safety and know myself as the gateway to infinite love. But for a long time after my last my break-up, I could not touch myself. I could not make love to myself. It was too painful. My heart would break, and I would cry. I would feel the pain of losing those who I loved who had left me; and sink into the reckoning of my own self-betrayal… and eventually… I could hold myself so tenderly in my own vulnerability that those tears became a fountain gushing from the cleansing spring of my heart.

I was not celibate because I did not want to make love. Cleary, it is a passion of mine to explore all kinds of love-making. Playful. Intimate. Soft. Slow. Experimental. Explorative. Radical. Risky. I just didn’t feel like I was being sensually met in the holism of my heart. Love-making isn’t just about having a good “bang” where people masturbate with each other. Love-making is a language to express and experience the different parts of ourselves that exist in the many dimensions which are usually hidden. The discourse that is needed before and after love-making, is just as important, and is a crucial extension of the act itself. The actual sex is merely symbolic of the whole experience.

This kind of awareness requires us to be in relationship with ourselves, to be in relationship with another. To be able to initiate discourse for what remains unseen and unsaid. So that we don’t withdraw in the very spaces that are made for the deepest kind of vulnerability. I began to listen to podcasts about sex education and was exposed to the authentic conversations couples were having on what their experience is - what their desires, fears, and fetishes are – and how to create a safe container for deep surrender and exploration. To unravel what is hidden and become fluid by moving through resistance into ecstasy. To devour our shame as a form of poetic prayer, in the fire of our burning desire, to become known to ourselves by the virtue of bearing witness to the raw and real expression of another. Even just for a moment. Even just for a glimpse - in that sweetening tender moment when our guard is down, and the world can fall away as we soften.

Becoming Beloved, Art piece by Clare Morris marooned on a quiet day on our road trip
Becoming Beloved, Art piece by Clare Morris marooned on a quiet day on our road trip

But I couldn’t see this experience materialise for me in the world of casual play mates and one-night-wonders. I needed the connection – the emotional intimacy – the relationship – the presence. Without full presence there is no love-making. There are just bodies in a room. Love-making can happen in a look, a touch, an exploration of the soft and tender spaces that build into tension of total trust. To allow the terrifying nakedness of my true self to be seen for the first time every time I return to fall apart in another’s arms. To be fully present in my fluidity that I can bring my full radiance into the room and not rely on the other to draw it from me. To weave and journey together in a dance that allows whatever to arrive, in the space, to merge in the immersive moment of opening up the portal of softening ecstasy - consciously.

Watch my improvised spoken word poetry on Instagram here.

So... after 4 and a half years of personally exploring these many parts of myself – I got to a point where I JUST WANTED TO BE RAVISHED! I wanted to share and co-pilot what I had learnt with another. To play and explore the dynamism of these spaces between us – “oh the places we will go!” But I leant very quickly that sex is taken for granted… and it is also a tremendously scary place for people to meet. I feel that the culture of casual dating, one-night-wonders, and watching porn rather than normalising discourse on sex education has left us high and dry as a humanity – when it comes to embracing the innate opportunity of what it can truly mean to embody ‘the ravishing’ in love-making - for all of its alchemy – even if it’s just for one night – it can be healing.

Sex is Magick!.. and love-making is a channel for spirit

Sex is Magick!.. and love-making is a channel for spirit. I’ll never forget the moment I looked at my nephew when he was born and it dawned on me that sex is a gateway for a soul to come through into the physical plain. It really is an invitation for the power of creation to move through us. We are a channel for the divine - in all its polarising and shapes-shifting forms.

So… What does it mean to be present with it? To come alive? To allow what is unknown to be seen and be given life through our very bones?

Watch more spontaneous spoken word poetry here.

Once a lover said to me, “It’s too much pressure. Sometimes I just want to make love and forget everything. I don’t want it to have to be meaningful. I just want it to be in the pure physicality”… and that’s OK. Being turned on and pursuing that energy is highly nurturing and nourishing for the biochemical wellbeing of the body. But taking sex with another sentient being for granted, causes disconnection rather than a connection, and this is a huge loss to humanity – especially when it has the potential to be worked with for soul retrieval – as in unveiling unknown parts of ourselves through fluid and unmasked motions. Unravelling layer by layer like the petals of a rose.

The precious unfolding, art piece and photography by Clare Morris
The precious unfolding, art piece and photography by Clare Morris

When I said I wanted to be ravished – I thought I wanted to be penetrated – to be gripped – to be caressed by gaping lips and heated teeth, in the dripping breath and breast of being devoured in the ripeness of my overflowing fullness. I realised… that physical penetration… had nothing to do with it. I needed to be penetrated with presence. I needed to be taken - and shown - how to surrender to the beckoning of my own body – slowly - awakening into the spaces of my sentient being. But the nervousness, the thrill, and my expectation of how ‘the show must go’ threw me back into my many years of pre-conditioned numbing. I, myself – became a user. I did not deeply fall into the exploration or the percolation of my sensuality – and instead I gave so that I could take.

I needed to be penetrated with presence

I did not take the time to immerse myself into the deep spaces emerging between us - to learn who this person was who I was making love with – or exclusively inquire into his most vulnerable moments - as he bared himself with me. I did not guide him with my body into an arena of cosmic bliss, or console him in the nervousness that we both felt. I had taken the whole experience for granted. We ran past each other as we moved in between the sheets.

Watch my amazing interview with Rhianne Van Der Linde on awakening the alchemy of the heart.

More recently, I found myself on the edge of creation - the universe was making love to my soul- as I was draping my body on a coastal cliff, watching the mid-afternoon sun caress the ocean, lapping up against the sand, and massaging the lagoon that was nestling itself into the lush and lucid wetland valley. I watched how the clouds cascaded across the barren sky, while birds sang into the weave of sounds of water moving in between the rocks like lace among the frogs. Being embraced by the bosom of the Beloved, I felt like I was embodying the priestesshood of Gaia, as the world made love to me slowly. Showing me what true, pure, infinite love can truly feel like in the discourse between the natural world and the bliss of my body.

Becoming Whole Again, Art Piece and photography by Clare Morris
Becoming Whole Again, Art Piece and photography by Clare Morris

I am so fascinated by how eroticism, sensuality and sex is an act of creation. How it is our channel into the divine. Yet so many people have been told that to feel pleasure is to also feel shame in religious traditions. I feel that nowadays a true act of activism is to explore the divine realms of our bodies with the utmost reverence. To be in communion with ourselves through the exploration of our bodies. To give ourselves permission to drop into the deep and tender spaces that open us to the presence of our own vulnerability…and then to consciously let it be witnessed by another. Breathing together. Honouring each other – and giving time to drop into the frequencies that present themselves in this portal of creation – with no expectations – absolutely none – no end game – no goal – no climb for the climax. To gaze upon each other as if we were landscapes of the most exquisite beauty only found in the wildest places – to become our own intrepid terrain. For this very reason, a woman is an endless and infinite well that is deserving of the fullness of a man’s penetrating presence.

A woman is an endless and infinite well that is deserving of the fullness of a man’s penetrating presence.

Listen to my ‘Channelling the Beloved Guided Meditation’.

A friend said to me, “If you can make a garden then you can make music”

… and I said, “We’ll if you can make music then you can make love.” The question is – how do we harmonise within ourselves and come together when there can be so much resistance to our own nakedness? Where do we miss each other? Do we perform? Do we dominate? Do we weave? Can we sink in and uncover the subtleties of what lies awaiting beneath the sheets? Can you be in-love with the moment as an act of grace? Can you remember to pause…to breathe?... deeply?

If you have been feeling like your sex life has lost its in-to-me-see (intimacy) and you are looking for a deeper connection with your partner or yourself – I encourage you to try some of these questions in conversation to bring the magic back to life!

♥ How would you like me to touch you?

♥ What makes you nervous? Become absent? Feel unmet?

♥ What happened in the moment when you shut down or felt dissatisfied?

♥ How can I be present with you?

♥ Do you have any desires that you are ashamed of? How can we experience this in a creative way?

♥ What do you need that will make you feel safe?

♥ What was lacking the last time we made love?

♥ What are you scared of?

♥ What are your beliefs around sex, love-making, banging – is there a language we can create?

♥ What really turns you on?

♥ How was that for you?

Sunset in Cape Town, photograph taken by Anouk Anansi
Sunset in Cape Town, photograph taken by Anouk Anansi

I am available for one on coaching sessions in how to uncover an intimate relationship with yourself through your body, that empowers your authentic being, and helps you to move in the world in a way that is in alignment with the truest parts of your soul. I have a range of modalities that we can explore in finding the perfect recipe for you to come back into communion with yourself, by giving yourself permission to explore the sensuality of your body and experience pleasure from within. Contact me through email at or through my Instagram Page.

With love, Care Hope Morris.

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