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Hummm… Is it inappropriate to share that I became just a bit sexually aroused reading that? It had to do with the photo as well, some voodoo combination of the dusky visual and silky-voice-in-my-head auditory.
Or maybe it was the words ‘orgasmic’ and ‘swells of Love’ that got things moving. On second thought, could be it’s not all that complicated or mysterious, and that I’m just an easily and willingly manipulated guy. Yeah that’s probably it. (I know that’s it.)
Okay, well, thanks very much for all that Sharon. I’m off to have a cigarette now, cheers.
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Not inappropriate at all for it is a shame to be alive and yet not, aLIVE!, is it not?
It’s good to see you.
Thanks for stopping by; enjoy your smoke.
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Doctor Jekyll now wishes to share how much he appreciated your thought-poem. I’ve dreamed of Love of that sort since I was a boy of six. And I’ve often wondered if I were to experience it — if I one day found myself peering into her eyes — would I have the courage to bare myself, my true Self, to her? It’s an act of annihilation, revealing the secrets of the Self. That barrier is my identity and world. It’s what keeps one sane, or so the subsequent six decades have drummed into me.
Would I be willing to abandon that? Abandon my everything I am? A question for next incarnation at this point. Cheers Sharon, thanks again for the truly lovely contemplative wisps.
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Watching you unfold into your discovery and paradigm shift has been something that has been a light of inspiration for me to see as my discovery has been chaotic.
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ah Chaos! A part of my life as well though I think I’m moving into a space of comfort/communion with it for most, if not all, of what I create is born of the resolution, or acceptance, of that chaos.
Just this morning I was sharing with the photographer of the post photo how I reflected briefly today upon why I would choose such harsh lessons for this life and could I have done better, done more, at other points to remove myself from certain circumstances and/or conditions?
As soon as I had the reflection though I realized clearly this: No I could not have done differently than I had for,
“I had to learn to create beauty within the devastation”.
And I have. It is Done. I am Free now.
Thank you for the lovely comment; I am going to snip and keep in my journal, it is so very uplifting.
I hope you come back to visit and chat again.
Dance with that Chaos; there is True Magic there.
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