Hold in the mind the feathered whisper of something almost touched, but not. Resist the urge to offer up a salve to stop the itch. And let her volume erupt, and stay while she splits her seams, threatening to tear each hemisphere from the other. Don’t bind. Don’t apply ice to stop the swelling. What do you expect can be born otherwise? These are wonders. It’s when these terrible discomforts leave, and the mind rests sated and full of itself that the subject is really in trouble.
would love to reblog this on my blog, i would of course link back to your pages 🙂 let me know if that is ok .. M
Of course. How kind of you to ask! All my best to you.
… and the mind rests sated and full of itself that the subject is really in trouble … yumm. May find that the subject is but another object ;0 oops~
I love how you turn things over, Amaya. Thank you! : )