Two weeks ago I got an answer to a question I’ve been asking for three years. Three years isn’t even my longest stint. I have questions I’ve been asking for 20 years or more.
These years don’t involve me posing the question to a lot of people and getting their input. It’s mostly me trying to formulate the words of the question itself. Through action, through contemplation, through observation.
We’re looking for our answers backwards: When the question can be formed, the answer is available.
Are you going to let the last bit of wildness in you die? Will you turn the lock to your own cage and throw the key just out of arm’s length? Let the animal inside you be snuffed out and swept away by the call to civilized life? Or will you fight for its right to...
You are an erotic being. You will always be an erotic being. Even before you took the form of your thighs, your lips, the inner arc of your elbow, you were the erotic. Yes, that dancing iridescent purple flash above the lovers your parents once were is and always will...
When I say I want you... What I mean to say is that there’s a special tree in a grove of oaks that towers over me on my daily walk. His gaze, like a guardian beast, leaves me breathless. Though I am dressed in wool and leather, under his shadow I am as bare as...
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40