Friday, July 27, 2007

Making Love with the Universe

Okay, I'm
supposed
to be writing. And I love writing. Don't get me wrong. But the breeze is ruffling the leaves outside and calling to me like a siren song.

And so I walk. I just can't stop myself. I get outside and I bask in the pleasurable sensations of the wind softly lifting my hair and caressing my skin. And I give voice to my pleasure.

And soft raindrops begin to touch my skin. And I see the profusion of green in the grass and leaves, and the splashes of color in the flowers. And I breathe in the fragrance of a gardenia blossom. And I touch the leaves, and the plants, and I feel my Oneness with All That Is. And I taste heaven.

Yeah, baby! That's what I'm talking about!

1 comment:

  1. Don Samp3:33 PM

    zzI am back on my personal mission to meet people and leave them with a feeling in them of gladness to have met me- give them a positive experience.
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