That Sometimes Are A Nuisance

 

Two handsome young men came into the Anglo Welsh Poets' meeting last month, at the Loggarheads pub, - at closing time!... Both musicians of some repute in the area. Nearly all the regulars had gone by that time, but the remaining three of us were treated to a dirty ditty - apparently from the West Midlands industrial region, and that had been passed down to one of these young men by his father - also a well-known musician - who had grown up in this nether region of Brum.

 

The ditty was deeply disrespectful of women, and ended with the title of this piece. I am moved to describe us from a respectful standpoint, that I think could - if they stood in it at a respectful standpoint that is of course! - afford them great pleasure, ecstasy, enthusiasm, joy and positivity, and diminish the obvious boredom and cynicism with which they were afflicted.

 

Imagine! - You are a knight in shining armour, and you approach the castle where the Sleeping Beauty dreams.

 

You are faced with a thorn thicket of 100 years or more growth and density. Your scimitar can cut through it, and your penetration can be relevant to both emotional and physical defenses.

 

None the less, as you cut through it, your face and arms will be scratched and your hair entangled in the briars and your horse's breast and nose bloodied ... YOU are an inexperienced virgin.

 

Imagine instead, the power of unseen energy, created and felt from love and thoughtful awareness, that folds back the thicket like the red sea parted for Moses and the Israelites.

 

Now you may be so breathtakingly, subtly and deliciously brushed... - as you pass through this gateway that you wish to linger and not to pass through it too quickly, lest the deliciousness be over... You hold your breath and short gasps escape you.

 

But you cannot hold onto anything for ever, and eventually you come to the end of this forest pathway of primrose dalliance. But! - you do not arrive on a firm shoreline as Moses did. Suddenly you fly over your horse's head and tumble headlong into a warm and slippery world of space, suspension and support - soft and fluid - melting and moving - giving and molding, endless and close. Here you can dive and play and gambol, as children do in bouncy castles in this era and I used to do in meadows, haystacks and piles of cushions.

 

Oh no! I hear you say, it's not like that at all. It's dry and hard and unresponsive and is cruelly damaging. Well then, you were too impatient - wasted your opportunity for deliciousness, and didn't dally long enough along the primrose path.

 

Oh no ! I hear you say, it's not like that - it's like a ripped welly. Well then, either you are inadequately endowed, in which case I don’t know what to suggest for the best - the surgery might be risky, Viagra won’t work if there's nothing to work on, and your nerve sheaths may have been de-bollocked by eating and drinking the NSSM 200 deliberate saboteur – Aspartame. 900 or more products, or, you waited TOO long and the Sleeping Beauty woke up alone and boiled the kettle without you... Or maybe, she's just not your shape of Sleeping Beauty anyway - according to Tantric wisdom...

 

So, it is all a question of how you perceive it and how you approach it and finding the right match as well, for the Kama Sutra tells us we are of three matching kinds and do have a suitable partner...

 

So next time you approach the castle, stand up in your stirrups and offer a prayer of worship and respect, and proceed with minute observation, awareness and sensitivity on this wondrous journey. And pray that you might also be granted to have found a perfect match - for THAT truly is a gift from the Goddess to be treasured - a whole world, a space, a field, that you will be able to plough and seed and harvest forever, and that will become ever more fertile and productive - of pleasure! - as you honour it with the energy of your love.

                                        After Play:

SHUT UP! - ORDER! - YES! WE NEED AFTERPLAY AS WELL AS FOREPLAY!-

 

The brass and muck of industrialism and technology's over- intellectually focused mind power, are light years away from the spiritual energy of love manifesting in a carbon based temple, and, are the cause of the disappointment, boredom, greed, impatience, cynicism, and consumerist and virtual substitutions that are thus the demise and loss of humanity.