THE HEART OF SKY

For so long, my heart received the nectar of pleasure dripping from my yoni, replenishing every drop of blood running through my soul. The moist of her openness arising with the pulsation of her alive rhythm… Like a lake, like a volcano in flames, like the soft breeze and hurricanes blowing through emotions.

For so long, my heart unveiled the expansion without frontiers, orgasmic undulations opening to sudden silence, fractals of light overflowing from yoni juices.

For so long, they have been friends – yoni and heart, remembering soul in a human body, sharing secrets and boldness.

For so long, yoni whispered to my heart tenderness, fierceness, passion, intensity, joy, tears, sorrow, anger, totality, disappointments, sacredness, playfulness, surprises, dance, fullness, release, nourishment…

They gave it each other comfort, relaxation, excitement, confidence, patience, and more than anything, trust to just be in the moment, unknowing… They learned to wait for each other and to murmur ever so gently. In the middle of the night, under rainbows, during sunsets, sunrises, under the full moon, they made love… They penetrated each other quivering…

And when the moon was slicing into the dark sky, shy and thin, they made love again trembling with tranquility, as skins could not be distinguished.

My yoni is generous in her deep connection with nature. She knows the abundance of the Earth offers sap, fruits, and flowers always in bounty. She flows with the waters of the seas, with the webs and tides listening to the waxing and waning moon, her pulsation as a song. She vibrates in many rhythms, in the change of the seasons, feeling emotions that come and go, the heart received without constrains, releasing its redness into her womb.

Through its beat, moment to moment, the heart kept pouring vastness into the yoni, not missing opportunities as they may never come back. Day and night, unhurried but constantly, they weaved melodies not always in harmony, but dissidence did not disrupt their bonding.

Yoni ‘s magnificent cave has gathered nectar for so long, and has shared her sweetness and sometimes defiant bitterness, sound and silence, mystery and dominance, power and fragility, slowness and impulses, tenderness and intensity, opposites merging at the core of stillness.

 My yoni has invited my heart to bless the shedding of her fresh waters, oozing pleasure into humming echoes across spaciousness in pure delight.

Now it is time to forget linearity, as if I really know what this means in my awkward way to move around in spirals and rough corners, impossible to return being the river when you finally dive into the ocean. There is no give and take, no going and arriving.

 Still rivers continue to pour their waters into the liquidity of time. Rivers of emotions, wishes, forgiveness… Still there are lakes that continue to contain reflections of greenery, and clouds

The springs have not stopped to burst all over the place, and the snow in the mountain peaks copiously melt when spring comes.

When I am alone, I feel sad. I feel the sadness of many rivers running through my body carrying the beauty that has been forgotten, washing the fire of my heart into tears.

I long for this remembrance to be instilled so deep, to infuse my cells beyond time.

My yoni holds this remembrance. Every time she opens to receive penetrative love, she reminds my heart of all that is. So simple. There is gentleness and force vibrating soul into the body.

All movements stop in the continuum of listening to the subtlest impulses.

 I listen…