Let’s continue to explore, vision and tell our truth.
Surrender into our senses. Feel the smooth sensation of skin against fingerprints. Inhale the sweet scent of clean sheets. Savor the taste of the first sip. Sink into your senses and allow pleasure to penetrate you fully and tingle through every cell throughout your body. Sensuality is all about being totally in tune with our senses, all of them-seeing, feeling, hearing, touching, tasting and intuition.
Becoming both the seer and the seen. The taste and taste-filled.
Sensual beauty is the one inside us.
Walk, breathe and love through the senses of your beautiful body. Listen to the whisper of your blood, the pulsing of your heart. Become unraveled in the presence of beauty, allow her to fill your senses.
Unfold your story while gazing within the space where the Universe began and continues to begin. Again and again.
There are places where the light caresses me and I experience a fierce grace and an intentional delicate pace of my movements. Time seems to slow and I am alive & awake in my senses. Places where my breath slows and my exhale releases my shoulders. Where my soul is seduced and my heart is wide open.
These places taste like freedom.
One of the places I find this awakening is under the night sky. Sometimes all I have is a moment, a brief interlude to tilt my head and open my eyes wider to see the infinite above my head. To remind me I am both significant and not. Just a brief glance, for me, offers a shift in perspective. Another way to see.
Eyes focus on the light coming from just one bright star among all the billions of others.
I am as that star. As are you.
Finding ourselves alive again, lite up among the other cherished constellations.
We have intrigue and new beginnings.
Destruction and creation.
Light and darkness.
Chaos and order.
A mystical essence filled with desire and sensuality.
“When I am dead even then, I will still love you, I will wait in these poems…” -Muriel Rukeyser
Oceanic Intimacy. Two words. I am not sure what they mean, but they make me feel something soft and wonderful. A glowing from within.
Joy first, miracles second.
The truth is: you are so much more beautiful than you know.
I dreamed of him hitting his head. The sound of his skull cracking against the concrete and the swelling which followed, creates an overwhelming sadness and nausea inside my soul. What is my mind making up?!
Open your palms and/surrender to what is, sigh/and be lightly held. Haiku #148