Arrows of Nectar: The Dance of Sacred Desire
Where every desire is sacred, and every longing a step toward becoming
Note: Many of the words and images shared here are channeled expressions of Lalita’s energy, her voice echoing through the veil to guide and inspire some seekers on their sacred longing. Not everyone necessarily, but those who may resonate deeply with her presence, whether you are new to her energy or an old friend.
Longing as Sacred Disruption
Dear one, Stop Apologizing for Wanting More
You are not too much.
Your desire is not a problem to fix; it’s a frequency to tune into.
Wanting more doesn’t make you greedy.
It makes you awake.
So many of us shrink ourselves so we don’t disrupt what’s around us.
But your longing is not here to keep things comfortable…
it’s here to start a fire.
Fire doesn’t just scorch…
it warms, it beckons, it alchemizes.
A History of Sacred Hunger
(Desire isn’t dangerous — it’s divine.)
Desire has always had a place at the altar.
In the Tantric traditions of India, there is a goddess who doesn’t shy away from longing, she rules it.
She is Lalita Tripura Sundari,
The Beautiful One of the Three Worlds.
A goddess who wraps divinity in rose silk and perfumes her power with honey.
Lalita doesn’t whisper “be good.”
She says: Be delicious. Be magnetic. Be true.
She holds a sugarcane bow and shoots arrows tipped with flowers… not as weapons, but as messages. Each one a divine yes, a sacred direction, an invitation wrapped in scent and silk.
She teaches us that longing isn’t something to conquer, it’s something to follow.
Because the things you yearn for most?
They’re not distractions.
They’re reminders.
Reminders of who you were before you learned to pretend you didn’t want.
When Longing Lights the Match
Some of us are not just afraid of wanting,
we’re afraid of what might happen if we follow the want.
Afraid we’ll lose what feels stable.
Afraid we’ll be judged.
Afraid we’ll set something in motion we can’t undo.
So, we treat desire like a dangerous spark,
one we must snuff out before it becomes wildfire.
But not every consequence is destruction.
And not every unraveling is a loss.
“Sometimes the bridge must burn,
so the soul can stop running back to the smallness it outgrew.”
We’ve been taught that longing leads to trouble.
But what if longing leads to truth?
We learn this early…
when we reach for what we’re told we can’t have.
The second piece of cake…
The toy meant for someone else…
The answer to a question about a secret we’re told to forget.
Desire is met with disapproval.
Curiosity, with silence.
And the ache for more?
Often answered with: Be grateful for what you have.
So, we tuck longing into quiet corners.
We confuse yearning with selfishness.
We learn to feel shame not just for what we want —
but for wanting at all.
But what if longing isn’t disobedience,
what if it’s the soul remembering something sacred.
What if the ache is not asking you to abandon what you love…
but to love more honestly?
What if you could follow desire not recklessly,
but reverently?
Lalita doesn’t tell you to leap without care.
She asks you to leap with devotion.
“Cause and effect are real…
but they are not punishments.
They are the sacred choreography of your choosing.”
Let Your Longing Lead
You weren’t meant to be ruled by logic.
You were meant to be moved.
Moved by beauty, mystery, pleasure.
By the heat that rises when you imagine the life that would truly feed you.
That heat? That ache? That ache is sacred.
It’s Shakti. Life-force. The pulse of Lalita in your belly.
It might look like…
— The way your chest tightens when you hear someone speak their truth, and you know you’re still holding yours inside.
— The way you ache for a slower morning, bare feet on warm wood, coffee brewed without urgency.
— The secret dream you only let yourself think about in the shower or right before sleep, the book, the move, the lover.
— The desire to be seen in your full softness or your wild strength, not just tolerated but celebrated.
— The flash of envy that’s really a buried yes: “I want that too.”
These are not distractions.
They are directions.
And when you let longing lead,
you’re not walking away from your path —
you’re finally stepping onto it.
Even if it doesn’t make sense.
Even if no one else understands.
Even if your voice trembles when you say it out loud.
Lalita doesn’t ask you to justify desire.
She asks you to embody it.
To let it live in your hips.
To let it color your choices.
To let it change the way you move through the world.
Because desire is not just a thought — it’s a current.
And you were made to ride it.
Owning the Eros Within
Let’s be honest,
there’s something alluring about someone who owns their longing.
Longing is eros.
Not just sexual, but existential.
The ache of the soul to remember herself fully.
Lalita teaches us that there’s no shame in seduction…
especially when what you’re seducing is your own aliveness.
“Let your gaze linger.
Let your prayers be velvet.
Let your “yes” feel like honey on the tongue.”
You are allowed to want what you want.
You are allowed to be turned on by life, by ideas, by your own presence.
Desire is not a side note to your spiritual path.
It is the path.
A Tender Rite of Passage in Lalita’s Embrace
Tonight, perhaps light a candle if you like… rose, jasmine, or sandalwood even, if you have it.
Sit somewhere beautiful. Not perfect. Just beautiful. It doesn’t have to be perfect soul friend, just yours.
Place a hand over your womb, your heart, or your lips - wherever feels tender.
Ask:
“What am I aching for, that I’ve been too quiet to admit?”
Say it aloud.
Not to fix it. Not to manifest it. Not for an instantaneous answer, though that may come to mind.
Say it aloud or whisper it softly within yourself, simply to honor the longing, simply to honor you.
Imagine Lalita smiling, brushing your cheek with a silk ribbon of love.
You don’t need to earn sweetness.
You are sweetness.
The answer to this question may arrive in many forms & at any time…
a quiet knowing that settles in your bones,
a whisper in a dream just before waking,
a sudden insight that appears when you least expect it,
a gentle flutter in your heart or belly,
or a subtle sign in the world, a song, a word, a light.
Trust whatever form it takes.
It may come softly, like a breeze,
or it may arrive as a tide,
shaping the shore of your life in time.
There is no right way for the soul to speak.
Only your way.
Be patient.
Be present.
Be open.
Allow the question & the energy it carries, to flutter away like a butterfly on an unbeknownst journey…
a quick flicker of its Luminescence and honor.
And know, you are held soul friend…
by Lalita, by your own longing,
and by the sweet, unfolding mystery of desire.
A Whisper Before You Go
Don’t wait until the ache becomes unbearable to listen.
Don’t wait until you're certain to move.
Desire doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes it comes as a hum,
a curl of warmth behind the ribs,
a shimmer of color you can’t name yet,
a sentence that lands like déjà vu.
That’s still her.
That’s still sacred.
And when you trust even those quiet signals,
you tell the universe: I’m listening.
You tell your soul: I believe you.
You tell Lalita: I am ready to dance.
Final Truth
Desire isn’t noise, it’s nectar.
It doesn’t distract; it directs.
When you let yourself want what you want,
you don’t become selfish,
you become sovereign.
So, call your longing in like a lover.
Stroke it like a poem.
Follow it like a thread spun by a goddess with a sugarcane bow.
Because Lalita never waits for permission.
She creates worlds from wanting.
And so do you.
“I am not here to shame you.
I am not here to break you.
I am the voice that curls in your throat when you almost say yes.
I am the warmth behind your no.
I am not too much. I am the map you buried.”
Desire is what brings us to the altar in the first place. Well written.
What a powerful, heart-felt message! I feel the energy in these words.