They began Spontaneously: BAUBO'S ORGASMIC WISDOM
Oceanspeak July 12, 2017
NO THOUGHTS OR WORDS
ONLY PRIMORIDAL AWARENESS
THE RELIEF OF BAUBO’S UNSULLIED FIRE
WHEN WORDS ARE NOT UNDERSTOOD
EVEN AS POINTERS TOWARDS TRUTH
NATURE’S LIFE FORCE SILENCE SUFFICES
like an old woman in her right mind,
going anywhere she wishes,
saying whatever she wants,
bending to mend
whatever is within her reach. "
from 'The Dangerous Old Woman'
IN/OUT ROADS OF POSSESSION
SEEMINGLY CREATING ALL THAT IS NOT REAL
BAUBO’S FIRE THE ULTIMATE….
…THE CUNCTIPOTENT ANTIDOTE/ADJUSTMENT
I think one thing vital to any Dangerous Old Woman is her creative juices...she follows them, she uses them to create what she wants, they adorn her heart and mind with vitality and rejuvenation.....all women are intensely creative, even the ones who think they aren't....they key is to find and use that spark to energize, fulfill, sustain, create more sparks!
they no longer have the mating/motherhood/career energy that drove their younger years....the shift in hormones creates an earthquake in the brain which seems to shake loose fruit that was stored for the winter time of life...
..suddenly so much voluptuous sweet ripe fruit with which to create passion for life and living it,
maybe eating the dripping fruit naked,
the juices slowly flowing over her breasts,
stomach, thighs.....making an afternoon of loving ripe sweet fruit in the nude...that sounds good to me ;)
I am learning to give it more of my attention,
and give the old self less attention.
Thanking it and releasing it.
Stepping into new territory.
AFTERNOON.............LOW TIDE "A FOREVER OCEAN!"
Is it perhaps that she is not likely to play nice,
she is not likely to say the words you want to hear
just because you want to hear them.
She is more likely to tell you what she fiercely believes, her truth,
regardless of how that makes you feel about her.
and she is loathe to ignore it.
Her body, which once had the capability to bring forth new life,
It is now her soul that brings forth new life,
and they are caught in the side glance of her eyes.
She sometimes thinks about the beauty that she used to be,
and knows that beauty is still within her,
if not everyone sees it anymore,
You probably will not realize it,
until you become a dangerous old woman as well.
Nor am I held captive between birth and death.
I am not the blood that runs through my veins
or the warm breath that flows through my nostrils
or the mouth that breaths.
I am not the memory of myself or the hopes
that skip like stones into the future.
whilst space is the echo of my infinity.
I am not this I am not this I am not this,
yet I am the lover of all things,
and find myself at the heart of all
that has a name and form.
Those who are humble and unassuming,
whose names are not exalted,
will be the ones who save the world,
and heal our deepest wounds.
From Tao Te Ching, Chapter 66
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