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  • You have gone through life walking on a tight rope. When focused you deliver, when convicted you win – all seemingly very systematic. But, how do you know you’re free if you live in a limitless field? From the outside you can see forever; up close, it seems as if you are lost.

    “Why don’t you step outside of that box and come-on over here… in to the ‘Middle’?”, she says beckons. “We already had a beginning, and everything til’ now has been prelude”.

    At some magical juncture, headed for an unknown destination, you have an awe inspiring epiphany. From that fated moment –the day is just precursor to the night. You are possessed by a tantric vibe concentrated on getting through the day… so that you can be with her… in the night.
    Clearly, the wise man would say that this time was made for you and me”.
    - he would caution you not get lost in that lovely smile;
    - he would advise as you live in the moment; the effects of that moment dwell for many lifetimes.
    - he would subscribe “the planets have indeed aligned” –a resolution not to be denied or ignored.

    Until you came to London, she was an almost forgotten mystery sprinkled with bits of intermittent intention and reckless abandonment. Seemingly effortlessly, she lured you into a deep thought provoking space; without any consideration for whether it be your preferred place of leisure or not. In either case, it is within this realm of possibility that the middle begins; as the line has been cast and you are safe from slinging arrows. As the way forward takes form, destiny eloquently responds with a longing -to see, to touch, to smell, to taste, to hear….. an undeniable longing to know. A resolution not to be denied or ignored.


    By choice, by design, or because she willed it so? “Great souls have wills”, you know this be truth…. you succumb knowing she willed it so.

    What else you need becomes less and less clear. When and where you go from here, no longer a series of considerations, but now a succession of provocations that stimulate you in ways foreign to who, how, and whose you be. As she tugs at your heart strings, your soul bellows like a symphony in rapture, but you have yet to ‘really’ touch her. Her words carry you to paradise each time you read them, but she has yet to whisper them in your ear.
    How so? he rebuts; “because Destiny deems it so” -a resolution not to be denied or ignored.

    You had not anticipated this intense willingness to reciprocate. Until now, your challenge has been a search for someone on a parallel realm; speaking a common language, capable of sincerely sharing stories, dilemmas, fears, and truths about life and love and ones’ never ending quest to be free. In a somewhat stark contrast, your discovery of what is soft and warm and wet has been influenced by the fluid rhythms of desire to quench ones’ thirst. Fortunately, unfortunately, she arouses all aspects of your person with ungodly precision.

    With a mind’s eye, even before leaving the airport you have already undressed me and completed your quick scan.... now you begin to intimately explore with insurmountable intensely. You see that I see but that does not deter you in any way; as you move from one feature to the next... you pause, our eyes connect, and I know that you know that I know.. ‘What is it that gives you the confidence to stake such a claim? There is unbending intent in your eyes -without a doubt, all that you are not able to articulate will come to be known.

    The sleeper has awakened!!!
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