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COITUS OR MAKING LOVE
COITUS OR MAKING LOVE
Now you have planted your seed and it has taken root and spreads
through all my senses filling my mind with the joy of union. It is as
if we have found the dwelling place of gods where the all is so
excruciatingly wonderful that life takes on a new dimension and is
more whole.
This life where the contemplation of the mundane is personified in an
act so full of bliss, ones ego is swallowed up in its fresh vigour as it
screams it’s fervour in the heart and all essences flow freely about,
all cells communicate with each other in a choir of such beauty that
one could die in it.
For this bliss must be the ultimate goal of our nature, this so extreme
joy revealing the understanding of life’s meaning which is in the end the
simple act of making love. What more wonderful in this human world can
be greater than this experience? No creed of conduct can surpass that
of intimate communion with another, and some translate this into the
act of faith an imagined outside fantasy that is conjured up by our
fickle brains to steer our minds with the drug of extreme delight.
Hence all the jolly over happy religious people who never stop
smiling, and trying to tell all others to come with them on their
imagined journey to an idealistic heaven somewhere outside themselves.
Whereas heaven is within our own hearts, expressible by our lives, our
meetings with our fellow beings, the love and sympathy, harmony and
discord that, crashing between us, make up a balanced peace in our
consciousness.
No more nor less is the fervent aim of all life. Be it a human an
insect or a bird, the area we live in is our home and there we nurture
the quality of that life in whatever way we are equipped to do so. The
genes dictating so much from our forefathers and our animal cells not
always to our satisfaction. But that’s what we’ve got and we have to
make the best of it.
We are.
And if we are in danger or great pain, we question our worth, but
somehow despite all ills, our spirit, or whatever it is that gives us
life in the first place, wills us on to live. The why of that fact is
the strangest contemplation. Why does all wish to live? We don’t know
and we never shall.
Critiques
xena465
16 years 1 month ago
I need a man!
Patricia_legacy
16 years 1 month ago
hi Ann
Mark
16 years 1 month ago
Eye catching
DawningDaytripper
16 years 1 month ago
Well it is about love
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
I think it is about ecstasy
loved
16 years 1 month ago
i am sad
loved
16 years 1 month ago
deleted
loved
16 years 1 month ago
still awaiting
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
This section under a poem is for commenting on the poem.
loved
16 years 1 month ago
the sad commment
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
o annanya
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Why does any living thing wish to live.
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
every living thing, yes
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Now I am back from the woods!!!!
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
the question was
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Is it the gathering of knowledge
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dearest Ann
Esker
16 years 1 month ago
live for poetry
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Poetry then is your ecstasy
Mariposa
16 years 1 month ago
Glad you wrote this poem
lyz
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Ann
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
How lovely to see you here Lyz
lyz
16 years 1 month ago
Dearest Ann
Rakshasa
16 years 1 month ago
Indeed.
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Thank you Rakshasa
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Just thoughts Ann
Worldwide Freeride
16 years 1 month ago
Ann! How is the Derwegian one?
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
How wise you are Dale.
Worldwide Freeride
16 years 1 month ago
Lol my Dear Ann!
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
O wow someone who understands, Dale.