ENCHANTED WORD

Prolonged, romantic sex

Passionate, giving sex

is a dance of vibration

dissolving mortal foundation.

It's a ritual,

an opening spell

cast upon Your Lover

to unlock the body,

uncover its Secret

and the Secrets of Her

Womb....

called Moria and Khazad-dûm.

The Dragon's Lair, oh, Bejeweled Boon.

I was innocent and unknowing.

"We will know each other," he told me.

And, oh, how intensely we would.

He knew the future as only he could.

There is only one who possesses

the anatomical key

to unlock and RELEASE the Spirit

for the creation of the Marriage

Bond before God.

With this bond comes no restraint.

You thought it was paper.

Honey, it ain't

Such is true marriage,

Such is not sought,

Such is not taught

It cannot be bought.

Your bride cannot be bought or claimed

in any other way.

It's the long, slow voyage

across and through the depths of Your Lover's Sea.

The Chaotic and Virgin Seas.

Yes, that's how it's supposed to be.

Your wonderfully made Odyssey

Is the The Journey

Into Manhood.

And only One can know Her Secret...only One can ever know.

Such is the grandest exchange

of the coveted corporal veil.

To achieve Oneness

in love, trust, and gentleness,

Hear the Sacred Conch Shell.

Do so, and you will have Command over her body.

"I want you to come again," he whispered.

And so, I did!

I came,

and again,

I came times ten!

A vibratic sono-explosive,

Her orgasm becomes yours.

Take her pleasure. Absorb.

Share in that creative, primordial power that lies dormant in every Goddess.

Claim the Spoils of the Voyager's War

through the Dark Gate and Galaxial Door.

Enter The Vast and Lovely Abyss

of No End.

Take part in Her Treasure,

Her Booty, Her Gold.

She gives it back to you

a hundredfold!

Instant orgasmic radiation

into and through you

over and over again.

Stimulates healing.

Generates strength.

Create here. Speak life here

to the Goddess in your midst.

SHE is THE and YOUR Sanctuary, Your Sacred Space, Your Secret Place of Worship. Your Temple. Your Throne from which you Rule on High....and then one hundred times one hundred,

bountiful and plenty,

comes the Happy Ending..

Love inspires my creativity. Some time ago, one was sent to free my mind of religious bonds and certain social fears. He did so, and I am grateful for that.

However, he could not love me properly, and that experience stripped me of this love and creativity...I diminished. I did, but not entirely.

I cannot be totally gone. I cannot be rid of all that is completely and beautifully me. Love has always been my constant companion, my guardian, my helper. Love is my core, and once I have been stripped of all that I am, what remains, still, is my indestructible core. There, you find me. There, I am, and I can expand again..

The day approaches it's end.

Questions enter my head:

How do you want to experience the day's end? You haven't walked today. Do you want to feel accomplished or regretful? Energized or sluggish? Peaceful or worried?

And so...accomplished is better. I choose this.

Energized is better. I choose this.

Peaceful is better. I choose this.

I choose this. I choose this.

Every time I come down, I am changed, and I promise you for the better. I'm processing and healing.

To those of you who are supposed to know me, I'm seeing myself now, and you can too.

This is me being vulnerable, and I'm calling out to you.

From every aspect of God's perfect character is made a totem pair. So all of nature becomes a mirror that you and I share.

A plant and an animal EACH for curiosity and wonder, for gratitude and kindness, integrity and grandeur.

Every bit of Goodness is God.

Here for you to see.

Know who you are and the Nature of you. Nature is full of color. Color, my dear.

Goodness in God is made from us for these lives. To observe nature is to observe the nature of yourself--your goodness.

So, here we are. Look!

We've endured. Look and see, oh, how very grand we..still..are..

The words, I feel, are trying to bubble forth..

The words, I feel, are hindered by some unseen and familiar force..

Trust I do in my ability, for it comes to me with ease.

Trust I do in my fertility, for I am a woman bearing fruit, flower, and seed.

I gave him my heart, and he dressed it in honey. He is of a kind, exotic and beautiful. In him, my womb rejoices in dance to the rhythmic heart beat of the drum.

He is to me a member of the unknown, and I seek him like I seek the kingdom. I crave the understanding of his mind, for it is vastly different from mine.

To understand him is to experience the change I so fervently pray for--that I so desperately yearn for.

And that which I have seen in him and felt within me cannot be denied--divinity.

HE I can still recognize. Though my flesh lives in a state of amnesia, my soul remembers who we are together in eternity.

He is worth the wait and the sacrifice of Aparna's fast, and I can do it again until once more I am sustained by the breath of life, that prana in which all my thoughts flow daily.

He was worth it then, and he is worth it now.

Aparna no more, for he has called me Shanti, and I chant and I sing for us. The melody of my voice ever flows with the wind as memories of an endless love.

He makes me feel as though

I could step outside into the night

And walk into an endless day

Walking through the sky

On a path made of sunset

Over the night and stars visible below..

Oh, Powerful Sun

Illuminated still

Like a plant, I reach out to you

Until I've had my fill.

So, I flower and I fruit

and make aromatic scents

With my skin living

in Perpetual radiance