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A MYSTICAL ORGASM by Isabelle Andres

I spend a lot of time in nature: I often hide there; I love it there!

I feel the unconditional energy of our mother earth. Being in the moment with nature triggers all my senses and being highly sensitive often moments can become bliss.

Today I experienced the wind orgasmically and I believe this poem is very much an expression of the awakening of my Shakti as I have recently joined a women group that celebrates the awakening of our divine feminine essence. These few lines are my best attempt at describing the truly mystical experience I had out there in the wood.

A Mystical Orgasm
by Isabelle Andres

Watch the trees dancing,
Listen to the leaves singing,
Feel that delicate caress on your cheeks,
Taste that gentle burst of rain,
Smell that wave of perfume from those distant bluebells,
He is here with you: you are with the wind,
Watch him, listen to him, feel him, smell him, taste him.
He is honoring you of his sensual presence,
Let all your senses be free,
Let yourself feel that glorious communion,
Let the majestic orgasm be,
Breathe the wind till infinity.

Isabelle Andres: I am currently very much anchored in my spiritual journey. I have been for the past two years when I decided to quit my life and restart. It has been a beautifully challenging journey of self-discovery and still very much is. I am a hopeful resilient grower taking a huge leap of faith in a soul driven venture with my yoga tribe as spiritual ally. During these two years I have discovered myself a passion for writing and photography and I love playing with these two medias. But it is only the past few months that I have been venturing in the world of poetry and this is one of my very first poems. Connect with me via my blog here. 

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