I have discovered a secret....and it's in my body.
There's a secret place inside my body that until recently I didn't even know existed.
How could I have lived inside this body for 47 years and not have known it? Yet that is what happened. How could I have been so estranged from my physical vehicle? Yet that is how it was. Like a long-term mate devoid of appreciation for the person they share living quarters, I overlooked the everyday mystery of my one true partner.
The New Age movement is rife with suggestions on how to feel better. People everywhere espouse about ways to love the self more fully. I am not referring to any of that.
No, mercifully my body in Her gorgeous exquisiteness, Her unending generosity doesn't demand anything. Lately, with all the breaking down of dreams and expectations I wouldn't have the energy anyway.
Thankfully my body in Her infinite wisdom meets me where I am. In fact, the more insecure my outer life the more my body beckons me to drop into its folds. In the body, anger throbs a pulse deep and strong, grief is a pushing out, while sadness and fear dance between clenching and tingling. 'Feelings' no matter their mental definition create sublime patterns to saturate and swim in. Labelled forms surrender to swirls of sensation. Whatever is known dissolves into the unknowable.
All this my body gifts me. No space is off limits. Just below the surface teems electrical charge. Amplified pleasure and aliveness.
Overwhelmed, tense or scared I can go to where She patiently waits. Broken, depleted or poor I am rich in the presence of Her overflow. She contracts and releases in untouchable places.
People say energy is never as strong as physical action. That fortunately is not my experience. Her vibrations are as real and as tangible as any satisfying climax or outwards motion. Up near the cervix, in the heart and the back of the throat. Every bit of territory open to claim.
All that is required of me is to notice, turn towards Her, allow the heart to yearn, lay down my ideals and really want to immerse in Her hidden treasures.
How could I have lived inside this body for 47 years and not have known it? Yet that is what happened. How could I have been so estranged from my physical vehicle? Yet that is how it was. Like a long-term mate devoid of appreciation for the person they share living quarters, I overlooked the everyday mystery of my one true partner.
The New Age movement is rife with suggestions on how to feel better. People everywhere espouse about ways to love the self more fully. I am not referring to any of that.
No, mercifully my body in Her gorgeous exquisiteness, Her unending generosity doesn't demand anything. Lately, with all the breaking down of dreams and expectations I wouldn't have the energy anyway.
Thankfully my body in Her infinite wisdom meets me where I am. In fact, the more insecure my outer life the more my body beckons me to drop into its folds. In the body, anger throbs a pulse deep and strong, grief is a pushing out, while sadness and fear dance between clenching and tingling. 'Feelings' no matter their mental definition create sublime patterns to saturate and swim in. Labelled forms surrender to swirls of sensation. Whatever is known dissolves into the unknowable.
All this my body gifts me. No space is off limits. Just below the surface teems electrical charge. Amplified pleasure and aliveness.
Overwhelmed, tense or scared I can go to where She patiently waits. Broken, depleted or poor I am rich in the presence of Her overflow. She contracts and releases in untouchable places.
People say energy is never as strong as physical action. That fortunately is not my experience. Her vibrations are as real and as tangible as any satisfying climax or outwards motion. Up near the cervix, in the heart and the back of the throat. Every bit of territory open to claim.
All that is required of me is to notice, turn towards Her, allow the heart to yearn, lay down my ideals and really want to immerse in Her hidden treasures.
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