Walk me through the paths of your desire, signpost the way with kisses, stoke the everlasting fire of passion with imaginative notes,
Play me like an instrument of love, sing songs that wrench the heartstrings like the mourning of a dove, a substitute for sacrificial lamb;
Hide me like a shiny egg at Easter in the secrets of your mind, make of me a moment’s feast in between the heartbeats of your day.
I am a dream that dies in sunlight night is the pulse that fills my veins and maps the ways of heaven and damnation, all the while just whispering your name.
I actually listen to The flight of the bumble bee every now and then.
There is a story about a radio announcer who was nervous about mispronouncing Rimsky-Korsakoff and kept practicing the name. When he announced the piece he said
"And now, Rimsky-Korsakoff's Bum of the Flightlebee."
The rain has stopped now but it was amazing, squalls of water like flying fists.
If it is any consolation the stew will not be ready for about an hour and a half and I too am really hungry. I am breathing in the scent of food to come...
“The flight of a bumble bee is theoretically impossible according to an Engineer I spoke to last week. And yet, I witness their flight in my rose garden every morning. Can it be, then, that anything is possible in Nature, and that there is a limit to what Science can predict? Maybe.” -Tristan Thomas, 21st Century American Philosopher
The earthy sweetness of scraped carrots counterpoints the darker scent of gleaming ivory potatoes, sending their nightshade reek to dance with copper spilling from the meat in thirst provoking waves; subdued white pepper spikes the air with a surprising thrust to join the tamarind the tarragon, both warring for attention, yearning to the bubble in the pot where onions shine translucent, giving up their stinging for aroma that coaxes moisture to the mouth, that makes the stomach sing bass rumble to echo nature’s grumble in the sky. The night is hot, with fever chills of frantic rain tossed sideways cross the courtyard, solid sheets thrown viciously to slap the world, to drench the skin and make it shiver with a sense of winter not natural here, just playing with the bones; so I create a swirl of fragrant steam, rich brown and orange rolling next to pallor, slow simmer shifting chemistry and magic as I make comfort food; make stew.
Ignite the moment with your eyes and let the salmon swim upstream to find their future; candles glow beneath the Virgin sending pleas abroad if not to heaven and the Universe will bend infinity, will answer, as it must!
I extrapolated possible meanings and made a moebius twist for you.
Silence weaves a space for hearts to float in, waiting for the word that starts the beat, the pulse of recognition announcing that a soul is near that makes an echo, near reflection of your own, parallels all filled with promise of completion if names and numbers are exchanged to take the step from ether out of cyber space to life.
Start slow, increase both frequency and duration as you get better, walk, then walk and run, then run. Lifr Some weights. Eat well and get enough sleep.
Pain is not a good thing, more than muscle burn should be checked out.
Don't exercise on an empty stomach.
I'm not a guru but I was a dancer and used to lift weights so you pick up a few things along the way.
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good to see you around.
sings "Happy birthday to you.....have a lovely day with everything you wish for coming true!
RE: ~~~~~ An Energetic Vamire~~~~~
I have met two people who could drain my energy just by being in the same room with me so I believe it is possible.