If only there was peace, if only there was love.
If only wars weren't fought in the name of God above.

If only man could deal in currency of Art and words and song.....
Instead we tread the empty roads of gain and wealth....it's wrong!

Our souls are cast aside and lost....they wander blindly in the dark.
Awaiting a reunion to soothe a  ragged, aching heart.....

In a long forgotten  land I wander.
Sense of time and place have no  meaning here.
I am everything.
I am the sky and the ocean.
The lioness and the diminutive field mouse.
I am all the colours of the rainbow... my beauty radiant.
I am the fire that burns... red hot ember keeper of great and ancient knowledge .
I am the wind that blows across endless desert sands.
The rain that falls on distant mountain peaks.
In this moment the universe and I are one.
Shackles that bind in earthly life dissolved..
The realisation that we are energy eternal.
No mortal shell can contain us ultimately..
soul free at last to return to the birth waters of the ether.

His body covers mine.
I am in another world...there is no history...no future.
I am transfixed in this moment...
***** with its intricate folds, pink and moist, like the dawn flowers heavy with dew.
******* exposed, ******* ***** and communicating their need silently yet with an urgency that speaks a  language only we can fathom.
A warmth that ignites...slow at first..deep in my core.
Radiating with every touch, caress.. until I am a furnace.
A fire that burns, bright and intense.
Every cell in my body flooded with passion and pleasure.
An orchestra that builds to a heavenly crescendo.
Bodies slippery with sweat...lips parted, cry out.
In this moment we are but one and the same.
United in the greatest way of all.

I dream of a long awaited  freedom.
I find myself alone on a beach.
Pale sands before me stretching to the azure blue of the ocean.
I turn and I notice that there is but a single trail of footsteps in the sand behind me.
The soft golden plain before me untouched, unspoilt, virginal.
I breathe the warm sea breeze and my throat is tight and rasping.
I glance down at my body and discover I am naked.
Vulnerable and unprotected.
My form is thin and fragile and I muse I must have been here for a time.
As if emerging from the deepest slumber, bleary eyed and cloudy of mind.
With a tangible feeling  within of a severance, a long awaited shift.
I squint far in the distance and to my surprise I see a house atop a hill.
I notice that the windows of this house are crisscrossed in iron bars.
There is a long drive leading to a a set of unyielding padlocked gates installed  amidst  high stone walls that surround the property.
I remember then...This is the home of my childhood.
An incarceration felt long after I had flown.
Those same bars and walls carefully recreated and erected in my own life, by my own hand.
I take a final glance and turn away.
The single set of prints in the sand a reminder of my own path , waiting to be trod.
Realisation that the old ways can no longer serve me.
An awareness of the power within me to break free from those who seek to control,silence and limit my growth.
The walls and bars offering not protection, but oppression.
A disconnection and detachment from others and ultimately from oneself.
Waging a war against an invisible enemy until one is but a vessel full  of fear and discontent.
I shall not visit the house on the hill again.
My home shall be without walls and endless as the ocean before me.

As I gaze across the water I am reminded of the stones I cast as a child.
Interaction with my closely guarded emotions merely skimming, avoiding  the deeper connection with my soul.
As the pebbles cast long ago in childhood, dancing across the sparking, sun drenched ripples of the the river.
Of course I realise now that the stones found their way to the murky depths of the river bed.
A cycle of light and dark, of pleasure and pain.
Patiently awaiting the current to drag them, inch by inch to the light at the waters edge again, trusting in their journey, unquestioning.
The stark realisation cuts deep... Is startling in its clarity.
In darkness one finds strength... and an appreciation for the light when once again it emerges.
Instead through fear of pain and loss one creates  a play in which they are merely actors.
Well versed but stagnant, life scripted, safe, predictable.
I surrender to the darkness.
Within  its shadowy depths lies treasure.

Break free from the internal prison....
Seek not what lies ahead which is, at best,  in its present state only fiction.
A dreamt up rumination of imaginary outcome and scripted conclusion.
The past that whispers at the periphery of your mind.
A reminder that poisons and taints the present.
Be content with what you see before you.
The skin you inhabit.
The situation that you find yourself in.
Bask in this glorious moment.
This oneness with all that surrounds you.
The walls of your fortress are of your own making.
Breathe......!
This moment is yours....

She has marked him..singled him out.
Like a wolf singles out her **** amongst the herd.
She licks her lips, soft pink pout alluring.
She is thirsty, driven in her need for pleasure.
Her breath quickens, eyes intense, inviting, challenging.
She is naked....Soft silhouette of hip and thigh in the half light.
******* small and firm, jutting proud with their rose tipped peaks.
Back arched, graceful curve meandering to buttocks rounded as fruits.
She raises an eyebrow ever so slightly.
An invitation to taste the sweet river of her core.
To dip his fingers in her salty cavern, velvet soft moist pinkness.
Hidden gem within parted white thighs.
He is transfixed in her cool blue gaze.
Drawn by her girlish innocence.
Seduced by her hedonistic desires.
The mix irresistible, drawing him in with her carefree abandon.
He plunges to her salty depths, she writhes and moans with pleasure.
Her cries primeval and unrestrained.
Seeking only the exquisite beauty of coupling that is as old as time.
Feeding the fire within until it burns red hot in its intensity.
Passion a madness that is all consuming.
She cleaves to him in the final thrusts,
Spreadeagled, his body finally overpowering hers.
She surrenders, eyes liquid now, soft and content.
Sated.. at least for now...