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I have heard a whisper lately. I don’t know if I really heard it or it was a dream.
While I was lying in bed with Desire. I heard the whisper.
LET GO.
Desire. The sacred impulse of life.
Let go of all attachment.Let go of expectation.Let go of the outcome.
I was lying in bed with Desire.
I have been asking women for years, “What do you DESIRE?”
So many can NOT even answer this simple question.
Passion.
Success.
Love.
Health.
Freedom.
Yet as I waited patiently for DESIRE at my door and asked to be wrapped in her arms, what I wanted to possess was what I had to release.
Like meeting a lover from a past life.
You rejoice in the reunion and walk away from the expectation.
You are being asked to AWAKEN to the presence of unseen forces.
The beautiful “AHA!” of life’s magic.
New Beginnings and Serendipity.
What do you wish for? Form your intention and drop it in the Wishing Well.
But DO NOT be attached to the outcome. Just Be.
You can’t control the process of growth, change, love, creation.
You can’t CONTROL anything.
Trust Intuitive Intelligence. Prepare to be awestruck. Seek to find a new LOVER.
Listen to her whisper.
At the 2nd Annual Pure BodyLove Conference and Retreat in 2015 I shared this poem from my mentor:
Desire is my lover
She seeks to push the edges
in the places where I have drawn
a line in the sand that says,
“this is where I will not go. This is what I will
not risk.”
Desire petitions to be noticed
Yearns to fulfill my every wish
“How may I make this moment
more pleasurable?” She croons
earnestly into the maddening
precipice of Refusing-to-Receive.
“Shhhh.” I reply bluntly.
“Stay quiet until I tell you
it’s safe to come out.
Don’t you get it?
We can’t be together now.
I don’t deserve you yet.”
I clamp down on desire
like a heavy heart
weighting an overstuffed suitcase of
intractable silk garments
Desire is my lover
But I locked her up in a sealed glass fortress
at my own Please Touch Museum
so I would be tortured by the pain of a beauty
I could not allow myself
to enjoy
Desire is my lover
I cheated on her with all the others
Running from her rich invitations into
the arms of Disappointment, Guilt, Shame,
Scarcity, Self-loathing and Despair.
Yes, I fuck them ALL,
but Desire is my lover.
Lover, will you forgive me for denying you all
this time?
Let’s get undressed.
I claim my right to make a request.
c. Stacey Morgenstern
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