Post by goldenmyst on Jul 8, 2018 21:43:57 GMT -6
Isle of the Blessed
The brilliant blue sky silhouettes hundreds of dragons flying in formation through milky clouds. Floating high in the stratosphere, I ride one watching the mountain ranges below, covered with snow in there jagged majesty.
Soon we are over the ocean an evanescent cerulean blue stretching out to the curved horizon. My dragon swoops downward toward a peak of ragged brown rock jutting out of the waves. We perch atop the rock and looking down at a tiny cove I see women and men wearing tunics gathering a strange fruit from a tiny palm tree. I send my thoughts to my dragon guide and we take off settling down on the beach. The people scatter and I set foot on the wet sand, breathing deep the salty air and feeling a cool breeze caress my face.
A young woman approaches me from the bushes. She is wearing a garland of orchids and clad in a tunic her breasts bare and her hair flowing down to her waist. She begins to dance, moving her arms in circles, pirouetting and forming her body into strange shapes. I somehow know that she is communicating to me. This is their form of speech. I follow her movements. I feel something deep within my heart a silent message emanating from her soul to mine.
We dance in a circle the dance of life. She sends her dream for me to decrypt. Though my translation of her thought language isn’t clear, she tells me that a child shall be born. My heart does somersaults. My fantasy is for the fruit of her womb to be ours.
And so she lays me out naked on my back upon a bamboo mat. She whispers to me in a wordless language from before the dawn of speech. She casts her feminine spell by laying her soft hands upon my head to bring me comfort in the hour of my deepest need.
I feel the flutter of her silken fingers as she grasps my arms. My wren girl anoints my sacred stones in coconut milk. My loins rejoice. The wet kiss of her touch upon my bare skin leaves fingerprints deep within. She embraces my nakedness in a wreath of woman. The contact high of her estrogen scent takes me into deep delirium.
My swelling loins form the shape of my lust.
Then my dream girl becomes a miraculous flower where the mystery of life begins. She engulfs me with her thighs wrapped tightly around my hips until her song of life carries across the ocean waves and resonates with the zephyr. Seagulls, otters, and whales all join us in the melody of love.
The Goddess is love, creation is birth and all life returns in a cycle of death and rebirth. The fragmented pearls of consciousness in the epicenter of my being coalesce into a lotus dream which carries me higher into the nothingness of eternity until there is a flash of prismatic light and I am buried deep within my love for her.
But when the sun rises like a mighty beast I find myself heaving with procreative madness. The queen tells me, “Unlike her sisters, my daughter is quiet as the lilies of the field. Yet like them she has grown into full bloom. Her dream was to be a mother not a wife. The only band she will wear is a mood ring for her sisters to know when the storms of life are assailing her to comfort her. Get thee to the sky, dragon rider.” But she who shall bear my child consoles me. She will always remember my gift. She gives me a lock of her hair to remember her by.
Yet our love is a madness which cannot be restrained. Love blossoms in my breast as she draws me into the chasm where all being is one. We meet at night in secret at a deserted cove. With her double moon on the rise over my supinity my sleeping ocean awakens into high tide which is funneled by her estuary deep into her inland sea.
And so together we mount my winged reptile to elope upon the night wind. We ascend the cloud-mountains until we navigate by starlight under the zodiac wheel to a land far away from her sunny isle. High above the world we kiss on the fly to who knows where.
The brilliant blue sky silhouettes hundreds of dragons flying in formation through milky clouds. Floating high in the stratosphere, I ride one watching the mountain ranges below, covered with snow in there jagged majesty.
Soon we are over the ocean an evanescent cerulean blue stretching out to the curved horizon. My dragon swoops downward toward a peak of ragged brown rock jutting out of the waves. We perch atop the rock and looking down at a tiny cove I see women and men wearing tunics gathering a strange fruit from a tiny palm tree. I send my thoughts to my dragon guide and we take off settling down on the beach. The people scatter and I set foot on the wet sand, breathing deep the salty air and feeling a cool breeze caress my face.
A young woman approaches me from the bushes. She is wearing a garland of orchids and clad in a tunic her breasts bare and her hair flowing down to her waist. She begins to dance, moving her arms in circles, pirouetting and forming her body into strange shapes. I somehow know that she is communicating to me. This is their form of speech. I follow her movements. I feel something deep within my heart a silent message emanating from her soul to mine.
We dance in a circle the dance of life. She sends her dream for me to decrypt. Though my translation of her thought language isn’t clear, she tells me that a child shall be born. My heart does somersaults. My fantasy is for the fruit of her womb to be ours.
And so she lays me out naked on my back upon a bamboo mat. She whispers to me in a wordless language from before the dawn of speech. She casts her feminine spell by laying her soft hands upon my head to bring me comfort in the hour of my deepest need.
I feel the flutter of her silken fingers as she grasps my arms. My wren girl anoints my sacred stones in coconut milk. My loins rejoice. The wet kiss of her touch upon my bare skin leaves fingerprints deep within. She embraces my nakedness in a wreath of woman. The contact high of her estrogen scent takes me into deep delirium.
My swelling loins form the shape of my lust.
Then my dream girl becomes a miraculous flower where the mystery of life begins. She engulfs me with her thighs wrapped tightly around my hips until her song of life carries across the ocean waves and resonates with the zephyr. Seagulls, otters, and whales all join us in the melody of love.
The Goddess is love, creation is birth and all life returns in a cycle of death and rebirth. The fragmented pearls of consciousness in the epicenter of my being coalesce into a lotus dream which carries me higher into the nothingness of eternity until there is a flash of prismatic light and I am buried deep within my love for her.
But when the sun rises like a mighty beast I find myself heaving with procreative madness. The queen tells me, “Unlike her sisters, my daughter is quiet as the lilies of the field. Yet like them she has grown into full bloom. Her dream was to be a mother not a wife. The only band she will wear is a mood ring for her sisters to know when the storms of life are assailing her to comfort her. Get thee to the sky, dragon rider.” But she who shall bear my child consoles me. She will always remember my gift. She gives me a lock of her hair to remember her by.
Yet our love is a madness which cannot be restrained. Love blossoms in my breast as she draws me into the chasm where all being is one. We meet at night in secret at a deserted cove. With her double moon on the rise over my supinity my sleeping ocean awakens into high tide which is funneled by her estuary deep into her inland sea.
And so together we mount my winged reptile to elope upon the night wind. We ascend the cloud-mountains until we navigate by starlight under the zodiac wheel to a land far away from her sunny isle. High above the world we kiss on the fly to who knows where.
