We are born from perfect and complete into the storm of an embodied life, ever seeking to finish as we began.
LIFE examines the idea that we emerge from a perfectly complete primordial essence, an undifferentiated state of beauty and love, with an intact unprejudiced awareness.
We are immediately torn from our perfect existential union by physical need and sensate awareness. Our life force is driven to survive.
As embodied beings we embed ever more deeply into agreements that govern how we identify ourselves, how we attach and how we choose to live as time marches on.
All the while, we ache in our separateness and dependencies for a perfect union, which beckons us, for somewhere still we remember the perfection from which we first emerged.
I believe that through birthing we fall forward through our eyes and emerge as spatially diffentiated beings and that when we die we simply fall back through the same path.
I also believe that the path to our primordial essence is not conceptual, but rather it is spacial, which is why sleep so renews both body and mind.
When we awake from sleep, we are probably the most complete we can be on any given day.
Just prior to the emergence of physical sensation and the awareness of our worldly attachments, we are as close to our primordial essence as we can be.
LIFE explores emergence, birthing, embodiment and the attached state, while proposing that the seed of our perfection lies deep in our first memories.
I believe that one our developmental imperatives is to recover our primordial origin, to experience the undifferentiated state and from there an prejudiced mind capable of navigating our highly differentiated lives.
From completion a more complete perspective and way of life becomes possible.
Make no mistake-
Tonight, I shall weave the tapestry of my desire
Upon every inch of your succulent skin.
I will trace each supple curve of your feminine form until your senses cry out for me.
Fingertips grazing your quivering flesh ever so gently,
my touch will send chills throughout your entire being.
I’m not here to make love to you.
I choose not to ravage you.
This evening, as I will always,
I will do but one thing.
Make my way down your neck ,
Across your tingling breasts,
Kissing your soft stomach..
Until I mark what’s mine.
I won’t just touch you,
Tantalize you or take you.
I’ll own you in ways you’ve scarcely imagined.
My kiss will leave your mouth watering for more and my body pressed to yours will melt you into my arms.
Forget what you know about pleasure.
I’ll catapult you to the brink of ecstasy over and again,
To reel you back repeatedly..
until your soul begs to be owned.
My lips will kiss you.
My mouth will taste you.
My hands will feel you.
My body will cover you.
Heart, mind, body and soul..
I will possess you in every way.
When yearning ceases to describe the craving you have for my touch,
When the ache permeates the crevices of your deepest places?
That’s when you’ll begin to understand what it truly means...
To be claimed by a wolf. #lust#desire#primal#carnal#passion#prose#writersofinstagram#read#reading#writer#authorsofinstagram#writerscommunity#writersofig#ravenwolf#theravenwolf
Curiously I entered the forbidden door,
Amazed was I to see those ravishing arts,
Beautiful portraits hanging on the wall,
One caught my eyes was a eldritch frame
With a creepy girl, Blemished skin,
Grisly hairs, Crooked smile,
Staring straight into my eyes,
I stepped back apace as those eyes
Blinked for once.
As I receded from the wall
I heard a voice,
"Wait", it said.
Petrified I stood there hearing my own voice,
Thought I shouldn't have entered this place,
Interrupting my thought her voice continued
With the most detestable words,
Or maybe the truth was it,
Truth we hide in our lives
Those words pierced
Deep in my heart and
All I desired was her voice
To stop. "Don't be afraid"
"I won't harm you, dear.
I'm here only to reflect what I see,
Reflect your thoughts, your deeds,
What you have carved your soul into,
This is what you'd look like
If your appearance was
As real as your demonic mind"
Her voice slowly ceased
And I realized it was a mirror
Spelled to reflect our souls,
Facing the demons within me
Made me realize I had lost
So much of exquisite ethics
And was one of those selfish
Demons trying to please
The world with a glowing skin,
Holding a awful soul.
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There is something strange in the air.
Desolate misdemeanor shifting, more reasons to actually care .
Is it just me here or you do too hear .
The silence is golden , beautiful, the meaning of it abundantly clear.
Sometimes there is need for it but sometimes, steer clear of fear.
You only live once , you are young wild and free my dear.
This is your life, you gotta live it , but do you dare ?
There are days sunny & cold , fair unfair, life tests everyday how you fare.
We dream of picket fences , life deals us nightmares.
Priveledged are those who are challenged & of it aware .
For easily we choose lethargy,
Of the seven sins beware .
And if you feel overwhelmed turn to me , I'll be there .
For the day you find someone who means to stay , your find is rare .
In this casually cruel world , a breathe of fresh air .
We believe every performer is special in their own way except some🌚(kidding). But surely there are performers who trigger our heartstrings and make us appreciate a little more. So there should be a bonus for them. Such three people performing in the event will be getting a chance to perform for free in our next event.
Fair Enough, I guess.
Link is in the bio.
"Grief, I’ve learned, is really love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot give. The more you loved someone, the more you grieve. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes and in that part of your chest that gets empty and hollow feeling. The happiness of love turns to sadness when unspent. Grief is just love with no place to go." 🍂
Life is a beautiful burden. In true form, this roller coaster that I have been on is relentlessly gliding down steep hills and hugging sharp turns. Grief is still an unwanted passenger and it has felt ungodly heavy for me lately. Somewhere between the darkness of fragility and light of strength is where I reside. On the dark days, I retreat. I pull way back, into my past where I can spin the memories into long yarns and weave a alternate reality of my choosing. One that swaddles me like a blanket of safety. I tell myself stories and go back in time to create happy endings, I play pretend. On the light days, I step into the spotlight and perform my one woman show comprised of amazing feats of strength and inspiration, fooling even those closest to me. Even myself at times. I believe my own propaganda, leaning into the “act as if” mindset. Afterall, I’m a survivor and survive I must. I can’t sit in the dark, head buried. I have to rise and be my own saving grace. I’ve managed to tie a big red bow around my trauma and loss. Like a sculptor, I’ve taken the raw materials born from my pain and molded them into something inspirational. I didn’t jump off the bridge or swim to the bottom of the bottle, I channeled it. I compartmentalized it and packaged it into something palatable for others to consume and I’ve become fascinated with my own duality in the process. It’s frightening and surreal and fuels my desire to put goodness into the world. But so do we all, in some regard and I’ve learned that, here, on social media. We all have tragedy and celebration, and I see it. I see your own roller coaster ride reflected in the checkerboard board tiles on your instagram page. Your darkness and your light, your truth and your performance. It closely resembles mine, as it should. We are the same, after all. Human.
Pretending I’m back in this bed, when I’m actually running around trying to fit all the things you can’t get done during the work week into a single day. Anyone else want to vote for the weekend to be 3 days instead of 2 🙋🏻♀️🙏? That’s a presidential platform I could get behind 🤣.