Life Force

Most of life's most amazing moments seemingly just happen to us. Those moments are much like a thunderstorm that slowly creeps in, then shortly after announcing its arrival, that storm begins to soak the entire landscape of our life. It's waters run freely throughout our dry and unvisited places. The winds blow, spreading our limbs and making us glad to be tall. Tall and alive we begin to smile inside, then with pure joy in our hearts, tears begin to fall as the sheer feelings of being alive then consumes us. We've had storms before, but the latest storm always does more glorious work then the ones before. Though we know that some storms may do us damage, we decide to look at that damage as a kind of necessary soul pruning. We want a new beginning, because we recognize that life itself is a series of new beginnings. The force of the storm is that same life force that help us survive. That force that causes our eyes to track, our ears to survey, and our mouths to water for more. The human appetites of life, being too powerful for many, have been brutally beaten down in our culture as only bad and undeserved feelings to be avoided. Some try to get those appetites to go away, yet some people can't ignore them. Most, however, chose to die a kind of early sensual death in life, and never really facing their real desires, they leave this world never having really experienced the true essence of their own true humanity. As they age they begin to look back and wonder what it may have been like if they had only faced those storms, by letting the rain waters soak their feet as it trickled down the newly formed chill bumps of those regretfully missed special days. In our aged years we either have good memories of life or sad memories of regret. Ideally an older person should be the most sensitive and wise person to be around. But if their storms were avoided throughout life, and they only ran for cover and shelter from the storm, their last days on earth render them members of that large popular category of the avoided "bitter old person". The joy is gone and the land is dry and not even the moisture of a tear will visit the crevice in their cheek anymore. But if the storms were invited with a loving, open and non-judging mind, the magical possibilities of love remain with them until the grave. They will see the beauty in their bodies regardless of age, and they will fire on all cylinders and using their five senses will always remain their primary skill of virtuosity.
We should never be afraid to feel the storm, or run in the storm. Instead we should lay back, be ourselves and give that same gift to those we desire. Those naked feelings of sensual love will always heal us as we close our eyes and remember. We will always taste and see and love and be. Nothing can stop the lifelong effects of those strong sensual moments where we were enabled to simply be human. Life is short, time is limited, and we only have assurance of today. We must keep our eyes open and gather up one more precious nut, before the long winter of death sits in. Death may not be the end of existence, but it will be the end of our chance to try, taste, and feel what it's like to be here and be human at this stop along the way. Our greatest gift to each other is our strong desire to experience each other on many levels, and to tenaciously, yet gently, yearn for our storm to come. However, if we're not meant to be, we have at least prepared each other for something better than we have ever had before. If we "storm together" in passion and love, those warm sensual waves will run throughout our bodies. We should always be grateful for the physical health that affords us the ability to experience the pain free ecstasy of pleasure in our body and those joyful fantasies that we will always need to forever quench and heal our yearning hungry dying human souls.

c. 2004 "rev" Jeff Mosier
11/04/04