FUCK!
A timeless ritual, all one can do is steady her mind within the process. Focus.
Breathe. Press.
And, PUSH OUT.
Bare Down.
Breathe.
FUCK!
Oh Brother, it's fucking that got us here.
A Co-Creative Act, on-going since time began,
your seed puncturing my moon,
her wild flow beckoning his hard shell,
divinity
dances
in these moments.
There's a temple awaiting our union.
It begs to be filled with the yin yang of our balance.
With you on your belly, protecting your warm, open heart
and me on my back, laughing off your defenses.
Perhaps, one day, the veil will drop, the ice will melt
and we
will awaken
to
our bodies rocking in the light.
Our heart songs channeled
directly from Source.
This rhythm can go on,
all night long.
This rhythm
sways,
to the tune
of a Universal tongue.
La lengua del amor, paz y libertad.
La lengua de mi corazon.
