fear of rejection is an innate human survival response as infants we die without loving some of us wonder our ENTIRE lives with infant spirits becuz we fear the need 4 affection, tenderness soft caresses that belay the strength of those fingertips kisses on the backs of our knees finding danger in a warm embraces n intimate gazes the need 4 which is often UNBEARABLE the hunger INSATIABLE so we DEAL we RATIONALIZE we run bac curl up in our fetal fighting stances n we I DEAL we LIE we STEAL Moments from our own evolution choosing infancy over GROWTH Well i choose making DELIBERATE steps towards growth I GROW Strecthing myself like taffy n fill my belly with the bounty of the YOUniverse completing the circles
This experience for me has been being eye opening. Initially, I couldn't find the words 4 the magic it conjured. As it triggered that primal corner of my soul that spills images, colors, scents, textile comforts that drape your belly n breasts. I was newly spun silk, dew on a cotton boll, both the loom n the knees in between which it rests. The hands of a potter wet with clay, slick with love n intention. Feeling sticky like primordial ooze, at the end n the beginning of my creation at the Sametime. Now, the water boils, rolls, cleansing the cobwebs. The fire sears the masks, melting like wax under the intensity of the full moon. My white light bath!! Still I soak in the knowledge of the depth of the love that sets this this big ball a spinning on its axis..pole 2 pole being made whole. DRUMMING, BASS, SUNSHINE, N RAIN SOAK ME as I consume myself n nourish my wealth n swim thru my 7 bodies.