Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Creation in the I AM is in the Present


One of the finer things in life is newness, and the presence and feel of virginity. Virginity has never escaped the notice of the jaded, the experienced, or those who've lost theirs without fanfare. In the same breath those who've given their virginity away in a blessed and precious way have a continuous relationship with themselves different and far removed from an initial bitterness in the mouths of those whose virginity was not treasured. Virginity and the Virgin are to be reared as holy beings in a world that despises the newness of dawn, the freshness of Spring, the touch of Earth, our Mother, the exuberance of children's play, and the hope for a better day.

How life would be different with reverence. How sex would feel if being held were as intense as being loved. What words would be said if a man knew how being touched determines the nature of sex. In the strong bodies of young women the right man's thrust into her will empower the two of them plunging them intertwined into the mysterious aspects of their essences and who they are! His semen would have the thickness and weight of integrity, and secure the presence of the security his soul gives her to grant him permission inside her. Pussy is precious and magical. It tastes, and feels that way, and throughout the duration of its vitality should be the expansion of the notions of play and foreplay, intercourse, exchange, eloping, and merging into one entity tied to each other's soul. Maturity emerges from the profound mysterious impact and fact of sexual play into discovery of the soul's heart song.

I am the promise of more; more time with you, more time to live, to dream, to be in your body present stimulated and contributing to the waters of Life. I am because you are. Here is a riddle of existence: Pussy and Divinity; one comes from the other which came first? – Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 7.23.13




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