soaking in Siddartha

"I hoarded money, I squandered money. I acquired a taste for rich food, I learned to stimulate my senses. I had to spend many years like that in order to lose my intelligence, to lose the power to think, to forget the unity of things. Is it not true, that slowly and through many deviations I changed from a man into a child? From a thinker into an ordinary person? And yet this path has been good and the bird in my breast has not died. But what a path it has been! I have had to experience so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. But it was right that it should be so; in my eyes and heart acclaim it. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace - to hear Om again - to sleep deeply again and to awaken refreshed again. I had to become a fool again in order to find Atman in myself. I had to sin in order to live again. Where will my path lead me? The path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I will follow it."

honk my horn

Spray your kisses and color my aura with happiness. Fairy pieces of me float down from their dancing heavens to meet you. - her body began whispering.

She laid there wondering why it was this way...her senses were very much alive. What was alive before now? A reaction with only words?...now body language was her first, English second. A darkness filled the room and the music began playing a mellow horn set. The flowers he gave her shot rays of vibrant color in the flicker of the candle light.
Focus!
She was blogging while her mind ran astray.

Happiness does that to a women.


Careful girl..............................................................

*asleep for days*

Waking to your hearts ache means accepting you had a part to play. Time 4 a swim.

I am colored blind when love splashes me with its waves. Blue and inside. I like shore breaks, shoots, the kind of ride that is deep in its volocity and unpredictablity. I becomed folded in my own visions of oasis. Electric. Memories rush through my senses like a unforgettable liquid smile.

Old and new splash a refreshing NOW!

kissing fish

As the sun sets into the tropical sea the soothing waters begin to turn a golden blue. The fish instigate their afternoon dance twirling through coral hoops. It is time to impress the one they soon will discover is waiting to kiss them.

COLOR SPRAYS FROM THE SEA IN THE AFTERNOON.
LOVE PLAYS BELOW THE VIBRANT SKY.