There’s no time for wasting


Lie back, settle in the pillows, covered in the sheet, the sweat from lovemaking, the sheen of desire.

Feel your clock ticking, deny it exists, renew the fervor for conquering fears. Look into your lover’s eyes and know that today, this moment, the present is all there is. Let go of the past, the future. Be in the the now.

Know yourself, if you are able. Seek your centered core, the purpose of your existence, the heart of your heart.Β Is it not here? Do you not feel it beating inside your chest? Perhaps you are not yet awakened to its sound. This will come, in time, if you are willing.

You have followed the proscribed path. You have handled the constant distractions. You have believed in tradition, perseverance and goodness. Yet you feel lost. You are loved but only when you follow expectations. Indeed, you leave and you are walled off. Proof you never really belonged at all. How did you not see this?

Feel your way through the darkness. You have the light of your mind to guide you. You have the staff of truth to thrust into the ground as you seek the path of content. You do not trust your own steps on the rocky path, the soles of your shoes they are slick, they are worn. You carry on, forward, marching toward your heart’s spoken ease. There is only rest and love-making to embrace your limbs. Yet you are hesitant, resistant, conformed.

Free yourself from your mind. Be open to your loins. Be unencumbered by the restrictions of form.


Go. Do. BE. Embrace your honest, most authentic self.Β 

#for Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.



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