LifeInspirational

The Exquisite Release

HER BODY, ERECT, WITH A GENTLE QUIVER OF ANTICIPATION AND FEAR AS SHE SITS ALONE, EXPOSED, AMONG A SEA OF BUSTLING NOTHINGNESS.

She closes her eyes, trying to separate from the noxious aroma of broken dreams and missed callings in the air, attempting to dull her senses and escape the suffocating fumes of this life, called ‘conformity’.

She takes in the smells, the sounds, the words that flow freely from the mouths of passersby who nonchalantly chat about useless, trivial mumbles of their day. And as quickly as the words leave their mouths, she discards the chatter like a waft of stale air that has infringed upon her space, and lets it pass; unattached and un-imposingly, out of her consciousness.

As the noises of the outside world slowly fall away, she begins to breathe

In…. and out…

In…. and out…

calmly centering her mind and heart together in a beautiful synchronicity of oneness.

She begins to go further and further inside. Deep, into the shadows and private yearnings of her most cherished thoughts, her truest forms of expression, her most honest and vulnerable cells of being, and she begins to connect with her own heartbeat.

She feels its strength.

She hears its longings.

Her skin, experiencing the sensation of a lover’s embrace, reacts accordingly as she falls— deeper, in love with the moment.

In love with herself.

And with eyes closed and her mind wandering, she visually caresses the outline of this powerful and magical force, tracing the peaks and valleys of her body as she notices the sensitivities and pain.

Experiencing a rush of excitement as she playfully engages with her beauty and femininity, her head tilts back– ever so slightly in pleasure– while the corner of her mouth raises in gleeful pride at the beauty she sees within. A beauty so breathtaking that all one can do is honor and cherish it for the power it holds.

And in this moment, she feels

Whole

Content

Connected

To her divinity.

And still, among the busyness of nothingness and people flitting around alongside her she remains open, channeled, and grounded in her beauty; mind body & soul.

E X P O S E D.

Vulnerable.

Naked.

…And so she writes. TC mark

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