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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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!
How Wild Is Your Simple Life, Roller > Life Coaster?
"There is no formula for generating the authentic warmth of love. It cannot be copied. You cannot talk yourself into it or rouse it by straining at the emotions or by dedicating yourself solemnly to the service of mankind." Alan Watts Simple Journey of a Nature Designed Wilder, Trust Devil, Trust Beauty, surrender One Who Comes, With Us, label less Unknowing To Each Roar Edge. See and soften, as vista wider vision opens, breathe, own creations of a Double Helix Rising on Unchanged Sky. These Gorgeous Grey unfinished perfections Our Stormy Reality of Grounded Rain bows. by Tony Searl
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...
