A Tender Caress
I could not walk today...but that was fine by me. For many many years I have played guitar, written songs, painted and weaved. My preference is to partake in these pleasures outdoors though that is not always possible since winter lasts next to forever....one day....one day soon I will move to warmer climates and ride the waves of sunshine and everlasting warmth! The creative urge emerged today....those days ...the real ones...the very special ones...do not come readily and must be grasped and tenderly held if their juices are to be extracted fully.
During such occasions time stands still, urges inside grow and flow softly, there is alignment of energy whilst almost seeing an end product before it has begun. True synchronicity, balance and perspective....oneness and completeness....senses focused and harnessed....like standing before a lily pond at the break of a new day....no boundaries...only possibilities. Colour becomes words, actions the expression searching to deliver the message. And all without additives...*laughing*
With senses alive...on max...intense...sensual...it is very very easy to get lost in total beauty and deliverance. This is the time when angst rushes to the door, steps outside and runs wild...runs free. Red's talk with heat and passion, augmented chords resonate with sweetness, textures blend with flair and grace, words shimmer on the page and the whole world lies within reach....as sexuality unfurls and rises with a winking eye.
Take off your clothes...sit in the middle of a room....think of waves lapping the shore...smelling a bouquet of iris's....tasting a ripe soft kiwi and hearing a harp off in the distance...imagine you are transported from wonderous meadows to expansive beaches then beyond the clouds - feel the air upon your body then....wait...wait some more....and it will come. *smiling* This is like making love.