Living life as a study in ecstasy.
Where do I find it?
In the gentle transition between sleep and awakening. In the primal, blood-curdling scream pouring from my gut through my mouth. In the magnetic lock of eyes and melting of gazes when I'm being penetrated and received all at once. In the unraveling of my story. In the space between breath where "I" dissolve and infinite nature begins. In the opening of my womb and the expansion of my creative essence. In the pulling of my triggers and the facing of my rage. In the love making that happens as my body moves me across the dance floor. In the breaking of my tender, pulsing, bleeding heart. In the blissful void of my lover's embrace. In the tearing down of boundaries and the pushing of edges. In the letting go, again and again and again.