Breath, aware and continuous, propelled the pieces in me to higher levels of energy, and even the hidden was there to show.
Once risen, my masculine, charged and validated, began to shine. The practice of alternate rising and falling, holding and letting, reaching and relaxing, helped it know
that its impulses were what is and no more. no tyranny, no evil, no injustice. My masculine felt free to shine its shape from within, full knowing that the feminine was there to balance it.
And they found each other. The shapes the masculine offered, the rising of energy, was relished by the feminine when its outbreath came. It rejoiced in the height, the intense the masculine gave, and slid down its curves like a diving bird. It washed down its edges like a joyous wave.
The masculine felt the joy, the balance, and gave more of itself. Its tightening and shaping, its giving, was being seen and savored by the feminine, a joyous partner in play.
And oh they played. Past several waves of reaching rise and washing allowance, their frequencies overlapped, they took turns around my body, like children at play, twirling round and round, until they were one.
One frequency, aligned along its poles. One embrace, internal, a roll of energies of giving and taking, of inbreath and outbreath, of fullness and emptiness, simultaneous opposites, they rolled within me and loved each other, caressing each other's edges and delicacies like two passionate lovers reunited long last, Their encounters made Love within me in each slide, breath, song, sound, and curve my body lovingly held.
My sounds brought forth an invitation to my inner sight to soften its way to outer light. As my eyes met themselves in the mirror before me, they found a gaze of one glowing in Love, in disheveled harmony with itself. A beautiful mess, clear and curious, energy flowing and rising with each conscious breath.
And my heart reached out to this being that offered, this lover who awaited. A smile shone through, shaking and truthful, lovingly excited to meet itself.
The face that met me glowed love and giving. A beacon of life, it poured so much energy it felt overshining at times. Yet the balance of masculine and feminine within, freshly found and felt, allowed its energy to flow smoothly into my eyes and through my body, to continue its cycles together with my breath and inner moves. A true love and desire, woven by pure flow, brought our faces together in smooth delight, and my lips desired to love me. In a kiss tender, truthful, powerful, magnetized to itself, delighted in accepting the whole of my self in a precious act of true love.
Once risen, my masculine, charged and validated, began to shine. The practice of alternate rising and falling, holding and letting, reaching and relaxing, helped it know
that its impulses were what is and no more. no tyranny, no evil, no injustice. My masculine felt free to shine its shape from within, full knowing that the feminine was there to balance it.
And they found each other. The shapes the masculine offered, the rising of energy, was relished by the feminine when its outbreath came. It rejoiced in the height, the intense the masculine gave, and slid down its curves like a diving bird. It washed down its edges like a joyous wave.
The masculine felt the joy, the balance, and gave more of itself. Its tightening and shaping, its giving, was being seen and savored by the feminine, a joyous partner in play.
And oh they played. Past several waves of reaching rise and washing allowance, their frequencies overlapped, they took turns around my body, like children at play, twirling round and round, until they were one.
One frequency, aligned along its poles. One embrace, internal, a roll of energies of giving and taking, of inbreath and outbreath, of fullness and emptiness, simultaneous opposites, they rolled within me and loved each other, caressing each other's edges and delicacies like two passionate lovers reunited long last, Their encounters made Love within me in each slide, breath, song, sound, and curve my body lovingly held.
My sounds brought forth an invitation to my inner sight to soften its way to outer light. As my eyes met themselves in the mirror before me, they found a gaze of one glowing in Love, in disheveled harmony with itself. A beautiful mess, clear and curious, energy flowing and rising with each conscious breath.
And my heart reached out to this being that offered, this lover who awaited. A smile shone through, shaking and truthful, lovingly excited to meet itself.
The face that met me glowed love and giving. A beacon of life, it poured so much energy it felt overshining at times. Yet the balance of masculine and feminine within, freshly found and felt, allowed its energy to flow smoothly into my eyes and through my body, to continue its cycles together with my breath and inner moves. A true love and desire, woven by pure flow, brought our faces together in smooth delight, and my lips desired to love me. In a kiss tender, truthful, powerful, magnetized to itself, delighted in accepting the whole of my self in a precious act of true love.
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