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BEHIND YOU
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BEHIND YOU
I'm behind you.
I can smell you.
I come closer.
Then I touch you with my naked body.
I caress you from behind, stroking your chest and your hard cock.
I'm dripping a bit on the floor because I'm wet.
And I'm still standing behind you.
You hear me breathing.
I whisper into your ear:
”We are nothing more than two unique beings in the vast ocean of cosmic eternity.
Not friends, not lovers, not anything else.
But sparkling bodies of light enjoying serenity of beingness.”"
That peace of mind that only the absence of any personal agenda can bring.
Simplicity.
This is it.
Perfection.
I’m still standing behind you.
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SLEEPING ALONE
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SLEEPING ALONE
You wake up.
It’s not your own bed. But its comfortable and spacious.
You are alone.
You look out the window and see the beautiful lights of
a city still sleeping.
The apartment is spacious and minimalistic.
It’s still dark but you can sense the sun dawning.
You feel light and refreshed - happy.
You are in your own Energy.
Then you wonder, where is ..?
You couldn’t hear me ‘cause I am silent.
Walking in silence.
Then you feel me.
Then you hear me:
”Want some coffee?”
”Why did you leave” he asks.
”Shh,” she said “close your eyes and just remember the feeling
when you woke up.”
He pauses.
A moment of silence and stillness.
She runs with her long fingernails gently over the inside of his legs.
”Sleeping alone is the recipe for freshness, newness and happiness,”
she says
The erection was fast and hard.
Sleeping alone.
YOUTUBE VERSION
POEMS, SHORT STORIES, REFLECTIONS
Soulmates, Soulcakes, Twinflames, Cornflakes, Super Flames, False Flames and Brekkies for the Black Cat.
ORIGINAL VERSION
POEMS, SHORT STORIES, REFLECTIONS
Soulmates, Soulcakes, Twinflames, Cornflakes, Super Flames, False Flames and Brekkies for the Black Cat.
Why do we need names and labels for something that is constantly changing, evolving, and expanding, and therefore can’t be put into a box? Only so that we can carry around a box—a box of illusion.
The illusion of false security. And illusion is the first of all pleasures.
“But isn’t it nice to have some security within a relationship?” one might ask. Of course it is. The problem is that we look for security within another person or a label, and that is a fallacy.
True security can only be found within yourself.
“And how do I find such inner security?” one might ask.
By truly knowing and embodying who, what and
where you really are.
To embody this inner knowing leads to an unshakable inner calm,
peace and security.
And guess who reflects that back to you…!?
Using a label like "Twin Flame" is just a practical way of discernment.
It’s like going to a shop with a specific purchase in mind.
It's helpful to be able to specify that you want a bottle of champagne instead of a regular bottle of sparkling wine.
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ECSTASY
ORIGINAL VERSION
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ECSTASY
"Obey me," he demands.
I am free, and so I roleplay and say, “I’m yours,”
and I put my bunny mask on.
Where love resides, there is play and freedom -
not chains.
And freedom evokes ecstasy.
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VOICES
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VOICES
Fear says, “With me you’ll be in prison.”
Love says, “With me you’ll super-ascend into heaven.”
Reason says, “Breathe in and breathe out; slow down and relax.”
Truth says, “Can’t you see? You underestimate me.”
Reflection always says yes.
‘No’ is a powerful word.
Darkness says, “Why do you blame me?”
Light says, “I’m moving and get what I attract.”
Wisdom says, “In stillness you’ll know.”
Water says, “Nothing matters; all is neutral and well.”
Fire says, “Electric pulses nobody knows.”
Heartbeats dance in silent rows.
Pixelated love, or so it seems.
We chill with the stars in our dreams.
Intelligence says, “All of it and never-ending more.”
Creation as God speaks:
“I AM YOU - whatever you say will be true.”
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THE GARDEN
I AM FULFILLED.
I KNOW.
I KNOW THE COSMOS.
I AM SUROUNDED BY IT.
I KNOW HOW TO ASK.
I KNOW HOW TO RECEIVE.
”FREE ENERGY”, THEY SAY.
”FREE LOVE”, I ANSWER.
LOVE IS THE ENERGY.
USE IT WELL.
BECAUSE IT IS YOUR WELL.
YOUR WELL OF WHOLENESS.
YOU DON’T NEED ANYTHING.
AND YET YOU GET EVERYTHING YOU NEED.
LACK WAS JUST A THOUGHT.
NOW YOU KNOW THE TRUTH.
I AM FULFILLED.
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FAMILIAR STRANGER
I don’t dare to say I know you.
But I dare to say I love you.
Each moment is fresh and new.
Do I know you.
I don’t think so,
Do I love you.
I do feel so.
I don’t dare to say I know you.
Each moment is fresh and new.
Familiar stranger.
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INTOXICATION
The door to the chapel is wooden, brown, and squeaks.
A reminiscent of the Wild West.
He wears a white suit with a white T-Shirt beneath.
The air is dry and hot.
She enters the chapel in her black, short and tailor-made elegant dress that reminds of a can can-dancer.
The veil she wears is black as well.
No one is there but two dancers in an empty chapel hall.
The speakers they brought playing the words of a priest—Empty vows.
”The vows of heaven,” he says.
”The vows of hell,” she replies.
They laugh.
They change the playlist.
Music.
“Yes,” she says.
“Yes,” he says and sticks a ring onto her finger he found at a magic shop earlier the day.
They exit the chapel.
“Want a chewing gum,” she says while she looks at her new mood ring.
“No,” he says. “Let’s get high.”
“Let's get high,” she agrees.
The commitment keeps happening naturally again and again.
Without a signature, a priest, a paper and a pen.
But by infinite intelligence and cosmic love, infinite space, Las Vegas and a white dove.
Intoxication.