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This is the place where faeries sleep, down, by the river burbling over mossy boulders, beside the pink Rhododendron caressed by the sun. Where I wait, feeling my wanting, my longing as I meet the Beloved. The light is everywhere, shimmering on the wings of a bumblebee as it swings by lazily unaware of my desire rising from the root effervescent like the bubbles chasing each other on the surface of the water. So alive, so exciting, so exquisite, so magical, so perfect, so NOW. This meeting this touching this connecting this tasting this falling... This falling truly, madly, deeply in love with this moment, this tender, fragile, faltering moment that is me. This exquisite Eden that I have uncovered at my core, this awakening of the unforbidden so luscious, so delicious in it’s invitation to taste it’s sweet aliveness that my heart has abandoned all shame, and is lost in the lust, blown open in wonder at the awesome, the indescribable thrill of this dance, this movement toward death. Each moment so precious, each moment  a jewel, each moment in which I am alive, AWAKE and wanting. This is the place where faeries sleep. Down, by the river.
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 8:17 AM UTC
Awake and Wanting
This is the place where faeries sleep, down, by the river burbling over mossy boulders, beside the pink Rhododendron caressed by the sun. Where I wait, feeling my wanting, my longing as I meet the Beloved. The light is everywhere, shimmering on the wings of a bumblebee as it swings by lazily unaware of my desire rising from the root effervescent like the bubbles chasing each other on the surface of the water. So alive, so exciting, so exquisite, so magical, so perfect, so NOW. This meeting this touching this connecting this tasting this falling... This falling truly, madly, deeply in love with this moment, this tender, fragile, faltering moment that is me. This exquisite Eden that I have uncovered at my core, this awakening of the unforbidden so luscious, so delicious in it’s invitation to taste it’s sweet aliveness that my heart has abandoned all shame, and is lost in the lust, blown open in wonder at the awesome, the indescribable thrill of this dance, this movement toward death. Each moment so precious, each moment  a jewel, each moment in which I am alive, AWAKE and wanting. This is the place where faeries sleep. Down, by the river.
Gidleigh, 30 May 2009
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 8:17 AM UTC
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