Sweet Soft Love As Fierce On Point Simple Love in All The Small Ordinary Ways
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Love Has Won, A Fresh Brewed Overflow
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Here Comes The Rain Again.
How timely How appropriate How True, Nature Mother's soaking drops arrived, for told, another change of reign today. Cyclone off Our Summer Coast stirs swells and seas and sails, right now, write now so perfect as green earth flows and swells, Life of phoenix returns from dark, a sooty blackened hell. Steady Rain, Not Even in The Building Sweet Moisture, Not Even The Reminding Sweeter Reign, Not Even Heart Connections. Although these all exist as matters more Today's rain is meaning even more than that. Instead these mother's tears today Are telling of An Ancient Tear, this more gentle letting go, this deeper silent cutting chord no longer strums, or thinks or hums, an encore passed the clapping. (nor if, in Miss Aligned a melody of missed reality?) It is not that I don't care, For Your Soul, For I do and always will, But aligned and kind? and seen and heard? I never felt what I deserve A finer Loving flow. Instead these risin...
Next Level.
Daring Greatly no futility, no attempt to repress the potent point of spaciousness, what has always been The Real, no reason. Attune more to Life True Beauty, surrender to a One abiding grace. Black Witch, wide eyed still sweet pools adored a dock side clarity calls me now to leave. I come including a single breath, a dive beyond desire. I pique the troughs to surf through roughs We crest a clear Blue, See? I sea a vibrant vital safe horizon with storms of changing darks, Exquisite lights content aligned alight on swaying swollen decks, Far from The Shallows Now, we climb, we grow, we sing, this mast dear life just loves us, sweetly so. We cry we heal we dredge the Oh so simple, see!
Surrender, Submission. Choose Your Depth To Dive And Live.
"There is nothing for Her to submit TO until He provides a container of provision (which is multidimensional) around Her. In other words, for ME, it is the Masculine who must always 'submit' first." - Gillian Pothier I surrender to vast Horizons of Natural Wonder Deep pools, those stars, eye more awe as we wander. Open to mystery, no destination, I lead in following true nature, life, devoted, divine, aligned and kind.
Patient, Fine, Balanced, Kind.
Laying exposed, raw and naked here in your flowing arms. My heart beats, louder, stronger, sublimely faster. I wonder how I got here... Patient. Fine. Balanced. Kind. Grateful for everything that has lead me here. I used to dream of making love to an artist, a poet, as I heard they drank you in, swallowed life in a different way. It feels so good when your soul rubs up against mine. Familiar, safe, intoxicating, body tender and true, I peak with this slow arousing as you, dear life, enter My Heart so slowly. I See your beauty as a poem, free and fluid and flowing. Let our art, our body and words, be raw and real, remain, Intimate. Potent, Open Alive. I dreamt A Goddess, The Wild, would paint the fire in my eyes, that I would burn to feel this kiss. I didn’t realise you were creating all kinds of endless crazy as love poured, honey like, warmth sticky, sun upon my wanton back. Writhing, releasing, bliss, this writing delicious, sensual, alive poet...
