Seeing Me
by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, April 22, 2004 19:49:01
In the moment of your greatest joy, in the expression of your most secret lusts, you will see me staring back at you. At that moment of freedom when all sordid strictures have been cast aside and you live life as life meant itself to be, you will find my smiling face. Relax and secure yourself under my liberating gaze; and as I wink at you, holding your vision eye to eye and eye to soul, let fantasy impress itself upon the fabric of the real universe, leaving a mark of light and awe for all to witness.
I am the spirit of your dreams. I am that whispering voice of the soul who calls to your potential, urging you to fulfill yourself, to realize the hungers you have hidden away inside of you. At the time that most people hide their faces in shame, denying that which makes them good and pure, inverting their values to decry beauty as filth, you shall find me beckoning to you, calling your name, bringing you into the embrace of my lusts and my passions. Join me in exaltation; kneel in worship of that beauty which finds form as the music of the body, life's sensuous thrills and excitements; search with me, exploring life's wonders as I hold you in my hand, and you will find wonders made flesh that stretch the bounds of your imagination.
Come to me now, my prayerful sweet duckling, and let us play…