Genius grows in the soil of silence, not for the world’s gaze, but for the heart.

I am all things awaiting.

A woman on a train platform,

a woman by a phone,

a woman across a table

opening the anniversary gift.

Add the power of Eros.

Evolve.

The surplus of bliss that is available in the depths of sex is tapped into to dissolve the compensations, the grasps and pushes we do in “not enough.” The world shifts into a new modus operandi. 

When we speak of Eros we must speak of the concepts of horizontal or vertical access.

All things are born from freedom and will lead us there if we let them have us. We have the choice. We can simply be imprisoned by them; we can escape them by never entering for fear of being imprisoned; or we can enter with consciousness and respect and possibly know a life where we can come and go freely in our own reality.