Don't hush your pleasure
Don't hush your pleasure. Release your pressed lips and muffled sound into a symphony of rapture that ripples through this violence-ridden reality and shakes the masses out of their shameful slumber.
The song of your bliss is your pathway to the sweet surrender that has been trapped beneath tall tales of a sinful existence riddled with dangers of ecstasy and freedom.
Power is pressed between your lips, within your hips-- repressed--
And deeply longing to be expressed.
May your orgasmic delight become the new norm, no shadow to conceal from the children spawned from its magic...
No need to distract them with a screen of superficial nonsense so you can sneak away to bask in the same creative force that birthed them.
May the vibrations of your uninhibited pleasure pulse through the density of disconnection and fear, reawakening the latent joy in the lives of those around you.
May children come to know the harmonious hymns of love-making as their source of creation, cause for celebration, an inspiration that reignites reverence for the gift of life and shines brighter than the complacency of violence as acceptable entertainment.
In a world drowning in so much pain, our pleasure and ALIVENESS are the antidotes to despair.
Shake off the shackles of shoulds and shame and pierce through the illusion of separateness.
Pain, too, is a pathway to pleasure, and if we are not willing to feel one, we cannot feel the other.
There is a guiding light in the darkness of your pain that will lead you to your pleasure, weaving you home into wholeness.
Do you dare to release your pleasure from its rigid lockbox and revel in its transformation into a music box that reveals the timeless tune of the universe making love to itself, birthing eternity into being?
You hold the keys; let your pleasure ring.