I saw this picture a while ago, and saved it.
I don’t know who made it.
And it inspired something…
Most of us touch clitoris like Death Metal.
As hard, as fast, as loud as we can.
This amazing, this beautiful organ, is the entire orchestra, and the whole symphony.
It’s jazz and blues, it’s a mantra and a chant, an opera and a rock ballad, it’s new age and a raga…
Learning to play the clitoris is learning to play vibration and energy.
It’s learning to play the elements, the earth, the air, the fire, the water, in all their expressions.
It has beats and rhythms like the ocean, like the rain, like the thunder.
It pulsates like jungle drums and throbs like the earth itself.
Learning to play the clitoris is learning to listen with your whole body, with inner ears that sense the subtle.
It’s learning to listen to skin and blood and nectar, to breath and sigh.
It’s learning to feel movement expressed as wave and ripple, as starbursts and whispers.
Learning to play the clitoris is learning presence as a master meditator.
It’s learning to dissolve separation into union.
It’s learning to touch as worship on this altar of the Goddess.
Learning to play the clitoris is learning to compose, to lead, to follow, to conduct, to allow.
It’s learning harmony and syncopation.
It’s learning a touch so subtle and so slow, it’s barely there, but it’s felt deep inside.
It’s learning a touch that’s a blur of fingers with the heat of a star going supernova in the galaxy of the body.
Learning to play the clitoris is a lifelong journey of discovery and exploration.
As much as there’s information and technique, practice and dexterity, the art can only come from awakening.
The art can only be in the expression of intimacy and surrender.
The art can only be in the knowing that every breath says something different.
The art can only be in the service of desire and passion and pleasure.
The art can only be in the feeling of energy.
The clitoris, this pearl, this jewel, is a world of possibility.
If we’re playing the same song every time, if we’re playing just to get to the end, as quickly as we can, with a few contractions and then it’s done, we’re missing out on a world of experience.
A world of sensation, a world of feeling, a world of energy, a world of possibility.
And if that’s all we’re doing, and we think we’ve done what we should…
Ain’t it just so sad…
Come and learn, come and explore, I invite you…
As well as workshops, I also offer private lessons and sessions on The Clitoral Symphony.
