Author: serenagaia

we come to the most liquid and final part of the tale.  In their love embrace, Greeneyes and Penelope remind yours truly of the nymph Cyane in Ovid’s Metamorphosis.  She watches Persephone kidnapped by Pluto to the underworld and imagines the grief her mother must endure to lose her.  Cyane’s tears flow so abundantly that she becomes water.  The thought of a woman loosing herself at the loss of another woman melts her into the maternal liquidity we all come from.  Is one’s mother one’s true lover?  Amrita takes new meaning and form. 

Greeneyes and Penelope

Penelope and Greeneyes continue their dance.  The Ode is present.  Their bodies are becoming one in the ecstasy.  The liquid nature of the source of love becomes more evident.

The ecology of life is always love.  But love comes in many many different ways.  Things in nature evolve out of joy and pleasure.  And if we only acknowledged the sacredness of that, we’d have nothing to interpret as scarcity or pain.  Let’s stay tuned for that day!

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Education is the heart of democracy.  And that includes education to love.  More posts on this topic.  Next is an Italian novella, Ode alla Fonte Pura, Ode to the Pure Source.  Stay tuned.  We will post every Thursday at noon.

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Dear Earthlings,

the tale of Greeneyes and Penelope continues. 

This time they’re getting closer, traveling on the train of desire their auras are already brushing against one another from a distance.  Then they connect and immediately the search for a personal space to witness their love.

Qualche messaggio sul telefonino, colorati dettagli per riconoscerci alla stazione “ho un trench nero e stivali neri…sarà divertente ed anche eccitante cercarci tra la folla” mi scrivi.
Ho una sottile euforia, un po’ di incoscienza forse, ma ancora un volta sono pronta a tuffarmi ed a vivere intensamente un’esperienza nuova ed eccitante, sicuramente arricchente.
Eccomi in stazione, tutti hanno una direzione precisa, traiettorie razionali ed io invece mi muovo casualmente, con gli occhi che cercano la meta, per ora solo “trench e stivali neri”.
Finalmente ci individuiamo tra la gente, un reciproco sorriso, un caldo abbraccio ed un bacio sulla bocca, lì in mezzo alla gente; due marocchini ci guardano con gli occhi spalancati, ma noi due abbiamo già incominciato a chiudere il mondo fuori, indecentemente ed allegramente.
Per prima cosa mi colpiscono i tuoi occhi, il tuo sguardo dai riflessi iridescenti e liquidi mi sovrasta leggermente e sento subito il calore del tuo corpo che mi avvolge, senza timore alcuno, e la tua testa che accenna un tenero movimento fa ondeggiare i capelli scuri ad accarezzare le spalle.
Sul taxi le nostre mani si intrecciano e ci parliamo, come se ci conoscessimo da sempre; le mie dita accarezzano il dorso della tua mano e già desidero scorrere la tua pelle ambrata ed assaporarne il gusto.

Continua
 

Greenyes and Penelope

Education is the heart of democracy.  And that includes education to love.  More posts on this topic.  Next is an Italian novella, Ode alla Fonte Pura, Ode to the Pure Source.  Stay tuned.  We will post every Thursday at noon.

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Dear Earthlings,

yours truly is blessed with some tales from Italy.  She wants to share them.  With antiquity in the background, the legacy of initiation into the arts of loving is still present.  The arts are a way to know, and the art of love is very effective.  The most important thing is knowing oneself.  And what’s a better way to accomplish that than to love someone who is like oneself?

Ode alla fonte pura, or Ode to the Pure Source is precisely that, an ode to the source of self-knowledge.  This source is met when one encounters another like onself for love.  The two women in this tale choose to experience one another as lovers as they seek that deeper enounter with the self that comes from the resemblance.

Some might call this tale bisexual.  That would be ok.  In the wider horizon of love as the art of knowledge of the world, bisexuality is the healthiest possible sexual orientation as long as the arts of love are not revered yet.  When that reverence happens, the need for bisexuality disappears, and love becomes the path to knowledge and its method.

Here’s the tale.

Mi lascio cullare dal dondolio del treno, lancio avanti nel tempo i miei occhi chiusi, ad immaginare il tuo sguardo; la fantasia è libera di spaziare, ho pochi elementi di te, una piccolissima foto icona di Messenger, parole sullo schermo, tracce allusive per mille possibili esiti, unica certezza il desiderio profondo di conoscerci e di legare le nostre esistenze, anche solo per un fugace incontro.

Education is the heart of democracy.  And that includes education to love.  More posts on this topic.  Next is an Italian novella, Ode alla Fonte Pura, Ode to the Pure Source.  Stay tuned.  We will post every Thursday at noon.

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Namaste,