Naked in the Mist

There laid the form of a naked woman

Only wearing crystal mandala beads

Twisted on her wrist and around her neck,

Falling between her enormous mountains,

Flowing down as a river to her navel.

Mist from the storm blows through the screen window.

The Lady turns a fan on, projecting the juicy elements on top of her.

She revels in the way the wind and water feel on her exposed, succulent skin.

How the ambrosial experience energizes her expansive being.

The thunder rolls, gently spreading its power evenly.

The lightning doesn’t have any opinion or influence when the thunder growls.

A flash lights up the long, dark street,

A huge spotlight being turned on and off quickly to the rhythm.

The Lady absorbs Gaia’s vibrations and drifts asleep.

She is a lushous Goddess that does what she loves,

Enjoying every delicious moment of life in presence.

Everything is energy.

Energy is everything.