the wild world is
there
inside us,
every night
waiting to wake up
and sometimes it does
in our dreams
in our sex
the best sex in my life
i realized this weekend was
outdoors
under the stars,
or on a hill overlooking an orchard
or on a cliff, overlooking the ocean
sex is nature
nature is sex
and there's as sweet practice,
usually done indoors
and it reconnects us to the wild,
to the real,
to nature
to orgasm
orgasm was the word I didn't have on the list
of the title
we
forget
how essential this miracle of everything getting
full
full
full
as all else drops away
we forget that it is nature's reminder of samadi
of death before death
of freedom
and here's the practice:
15 minutes
on the floor or bed, but a special nest
of pillows for head and kneess
she:
takes off her pants, and that's all
he:
takes off nothing,
and sits to her right,
his left leg straddling her,
right leg under her right
she:
her legs butterflied
they:
use a timer
he:
strokes the upper left had quandrant of
her clitoris,
or whatever part has the most zing
and she
does nothing but receive
it's not the ocean
it's not the starry night
it's not a 400 year old redwood,
but it's a secret door to that world
a 15 minute door
not to be missed
try it
(and what about the indigenous people:
down to 4% of original numbers
the same as old growth trees,
down to 4% of original land area:
there is a wild world,
almost exstinguished
and it needs to be saved
and we need to save the
wild world in ourselves
the practice above
OMing,
starts to roll back the rolling back
try it and
see/
actually:
try it and realize
and feel
and sense life make sense
below all the words,
which is exactly where redwoods and oceans and flower live
and real love, too
which is the same topic
and more)
good
