Invitation

She looked at me with a smile

her thighs open wide

to grasp my flesh

Her labia spread there au natural 

an open cave

full of mystery and surprise

Seeing those lips of pink flesh

pursed as for a kiss

I smiled No and left

*God is the best weird experience there is.

*Not everything you say "Yes!" to is what you want.

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -Solitude is not necessarily a retreat from communion.  The deepening of subjectivity can be liberating for others.  A day can come when you will belong totally to yourself - that is, to what created you, when alleluia breaks forth.  Then you'll no longer want to wall yourself in, and in communion with all things you'll rejoin the universal in a vital experience.  You will sweat blood, but a tiny unshakable joy awaits you in every corner.

  -Don't take away anyone else's certitude.  Everything ripens in its time.

  -Strangle the phrase with which you are going to compare the present with the past or fear for your future.  Leap into the present instant; the past and the future are contained within it, and it carries its load of the eternal.  Stop torturing yourself, poisoning your own life.  Disappointed hopes, a broken heart - she has wounded me to death, he has destroyed me - what vanities these are!  Happiness is not in happiness; it's in the unending process.  Then let's get going, live as long as you are alive, do something, something absurd.  Or better, who knows, if you've just had dinner, quietly do the dishes.