Come with me, she said, and I’ll show you how nature makes love.
And if you watch, if you feel, nature will teach you to be a lover.
She is here, right before your eyes, all around you.
In her gentleness, in her playfulness, in her elements, in her power, in her strength.
For none can share her secrets better than The Goddess of Life.
Presence is her first gift, her first teaching.
In all her expressions, presence.
Not being anywhere else, not being anything else.
The earth is nothing but the earth, the fire is the fire.
The wind is not distracted, the water is nowhere else.
Be present with your lover.
Be present in your gaze, present in your words, present in your kiss, present in your touch.
And in presence, so much flows naturally.
Close your eyes, she said to me.
Feel the earth beneath your feet.
Feel her solid strength.
Feel her support.
Feel how she’s always there.
Feel the quiet she holds.
Can you hold your lover with that strength?
Can you be that support, the base on which your lover can count, can grow, can rise, can expand?
Can you be the steady pulse, the heartbeat of the earth?
Feel the touch of the earth on your lover, the safety that allows them to open, to feel, the portal to the depths of pleasure, of sensation.
Feel the wind on your skin, she said.
Feel how it dances on your body, how it moves.
Inspiration comes with the wind, inspiration to love, inspiration to create.
The breath which holds your essence, to share with your lover.
The breath that brings you into your body, into presence.
The touch of your breath on their skin, so subtle, yet going deep inside.
Feel how the wind moves, within you, in life, how the wind dances in the ever changing moods of love and pleasure.
We walked into the warm ocean and felt the water swirling on our skin.
We felt the aliveness, the vitality.
I held her in the moving water as we swayed and rocked, swirled.
Feel it, she said to me, the flowing caress of the water.
Feel the liquid in your pelvis, the liquid of sex.
Feel how it’s the liquid of life.
Watch how the light kisses the water, feel that in your tongue as you bring your mouth to your lover’s body.
Feel the liquid that heats in your body.
Feel the tides, the waves of your touch.
Later we sat by the fire, watching the flames, feeling the heat.
The passion that rises.
The presence of the fire.
Feel how you surrender to the fire, she said, let it carry you on its flames.
Feel the lava rising in your body, finding the channels to open.
Feel its intensity building.
Feel the heat in your heart, in your blood, the primal roar you bring to your lover, ancient desire rising within you.
Look at how nature plays, she said, as a lover.
The elements dancing endlessly with each other.
Now quiet and deep, now loud and laughing.
Now holding each other, resting in stillness.
Watch how nothing holds on, it’s there for the time it’s there, it moves.
The clouds form, there’s rain, gentle today, thunder and lightning tomorrow.
It doesn’t strive to achieve anything, to make anything happen.
The flower grows in the time it takes.
And if you watch with open eyes, open heart, she said, life is making love all the time.
Not just on a bed.
Life is celebrating its sensuality every moment.
With every breath we breathe in, everything we see, we eat, we smell, we touch, we taste, we feel, we sense, we say…
Life, nature, is an endless lover.
And if we but pause for a moment, if we but allow the awareness, life will guide us in the magnificent mystery of making love.
