Hudson Valley Astrologer

As I caressed the young smooth skin in my hands, my hands were also young at the time. But this was my very first time, so it was awkward and I thought the smooth orange-yellow surface would be as soft and supple to my lips as it was to my curious fingers. The velvety sweetness consumed me, once I got inside. But outside the fuzz was a little prickly on the surface, which was a little surprising so I hesitated, for a denkpause. Speakers do this to collect themselves before plunging into the meat of their oratory, lips flapping, tongue waving, like there is so much to say, but not enough time to say it. This brief reflection helped focus me, to be more present in my experience, so that I might recall it with all the juicy details, and write it down for later.

My hands formed a cup so that the underside of this magnificent fruit nestled in the palms of my hands. All of my senses piqued but my hands didn’t know what else to do, other than to burst into flame as if I were holding fire. It seemed that my sense of touch transferred to my other senses. I touched with my eyes, and like a Labrador, my olfactory sense became acutely hyper sensitive. As I entered my eyes closed, and my breathing stopped. Suddenly the entire world sat on my tongue; this was the taste of heaven on earth. To call this “the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten” is almost an insult, or at least an understatement. The taste was beyond delicious, as the nectar ran down my chin, dripping off wetted cheeks. Again, so much to say, and I was definitely too busy eating to say anything, and I didn’t want to stop. EVER!

But I did take a break, and every now and again, paused to marvel at the nature of it all, maybe to tease out our mutual delight that suspended in the air with aching anticipation, and an insufferable mantra ringing in my ears that screamed and affirmed my own desire, “don’t stop.” Many experiences are like this, where one can only fully appreciate the moment by taking a denkpause, building on the intensity before diving back in for the closing argument.

The goal of course was to reach the inner core, to the dissatisfaction of superficial allures, with something more substantial than what is on the surface, what is only skin deep. The subcutaneous meatiness as it is, drenched in desire, is not the main course, not the total objective, neither is the temporary ecstasy, or out of body experience we might have by imbibing in whatever the god’s are drinking. That is all nonsense that some seekers want to ascribe spiritual insight to. Like Tantric practices for example, that aim for moksha and the awakening of deeper energies. Pure nonsense!

Sometimes eating a peach is just that! Eating a peach! 🍑

HVA

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