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.

The more steeped she is in Erotic power, the less likely she is to be moved by anything other than truth.

We always have access. Peel back the conceptions. Truly taste this life. 

What we call fear is not truly fear, but the force knocking at a door we refuse to open. Anxiety, panic, the trembling sensation—these are just the beating of that force.

I want it all—the pleasure, the pain, the beauty, the mess.

All of the trying to figure it out…

You start to be willing to let go of.

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.