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Humility is the Core and the Heart

Slave... but more still woman, little girl, slave, Mistress, virgin, whore, spiritual warrior who walks in beauty with fire, paradoxical, quite intellectual,creative , creating, being created, sees life as Art, no expectations waking to more, sexual, awakened to life, passionate in all of life little one physically and psychologically. Seeks to meet friends, others on this Path - may be younger or older, man or woman, with experience, the heart of a true Artist, spiritual vision that goes beyond understanding compassion, intelligence, comprehensive knowledge of psychological components as well as physical development understanding of pain, pleasure, sadism, masochism, depths, heights, combined with spirit, who understands true sharing, freedom who understands the difference between dominance and control, who understands intensity and the need for intensity, joy as well as tears, ecstasy as well as reality, clarity always, going further, further, pushing envelopes who is self-disciplined, protective, yet playful who sees beyond roles, limitations, and who understands transcendence, non-ordinary-ordinariness, going beyond conventional reality who has compassion as well as insight who enjoys teaching as well learning, and can be served unconditionally, beyond Ego.

The basic task is developmental with the focus of that development turned outward, step by step in ever widening circles of being, living out the paradoxes, becoming less and more, this and that rather than this or that, allowing the freedom to serve from the core, without reservation.We are the mirror as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity. We are pain and what cures pain, both.Here is a letter to everyone. You open it.It says LIVE.

DreamDid i dream you into life? Maybe... All needflesh, mindhungry, souldancing, sheer explosion of you my secret hologram come to life mirror mirror, brightshining i know i breathed you tasted the bigness of you the peak and valley that no longer pretends inquisitive wanderer living paradox man/boy/priest/debaucher soothsayer this sacred profanity is wisdom.

'i thought i had exhausted terrorBeing trampled to become Your dustFiner and finer.Then the night came when You whispered'I am you,' And vanished,Leaving me everywhereAnd nowhere.' Step i move toward youwith my whole life.What else is there, after all,but this brave little thing who sometimes lies quivering in the shadowsthen rises to ignite every corneralive with honestywet with passion.Boundaries melt.No place left to stand.Be the witnessto this.

An Invitation and A Promise Intimacy at this point in my development means the richness and fullness of human experience in every possible permutation, the known into the unknown. It means bringing together two whole persons with understanding, whose acceptance of self allows the acceptance of the other. It means reaching and touching core-to-core, bridging the fear places with compassion. Relating means having the bravery to take off the masks, to see what lies behind the artifices of costume and role. It is to experience the totality of the other and in doing so, the totality of one's self. Each day we become more and less. We grow stronger and more fragile simultaneously. Each day we have the choice to move outside of our own mind movies where we are the central characters in the drama and to confront the mystery we have been given, this life, with curiosity, creativity, courage, compassion. This is my invitation and my promise.

A Blind Eye Turns Some limit sight - the boundary between what is seen and what is And some sweet sounds turn from saving graces to shameful condemnations So many doors remain closed So many slammed shut How many mirrors shall be broken Before you finally see your face

He remembered that she was pretty, and, more, that she had a special grace in the intimacy of life. She had the secret of individuality which excites--and escapes. - Joseph Conrad Undone The words enter small demons rip away illusionsuch unkind loversshatter the innocent dreamthat was once me Now i am left to hearwith that other 'i'the one not seennor heardtruth is painand then nothing

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