Death Waits For the Tulips to Dance

Death waits for the tulips to dance

Therefore...

        Water your Soil

        Give it the Light you want to witness

        Let your Garden be caressed by the Spring winds

        They are well intimate with the passage of time

        It doesn't matter that you bear the sour lime

        The energy of the world will remember

        All of your greatest aspirations in time

Death is the ultimate orgasm,

Therefore...

        Cherish Every Moment

        Let it Pulse within you

        Let your body feel the warmth of the burning sun

        It is there that you can feel a moment

        It is there you can feel her with you 

        And it is there that you bring yourself closer to that ecstatic orgasm. 

        Feeling each other one breath at a time

Death is precious,

        But life is the dance of the tulips, the samba of dahlias, the ballet of the roses,

        the march of the forest, the waltz of the sunflowers, 

        and the tears of the rain that keep them dancing.

Go Forth and Bloom into Death, but not too harshly, not too meekly either.

It is your inner light that gives you the time to move first, and it is the outer darkness that defaults to your desires and whims

It is your fire that lets you explore further and further, deeper and deeper; the inner folds of the world know no bounds.

The rivers that flow with euphoria and clean the dirty mind, the mountains that provide you safety and comfort upon laying with them, the winds and storms letting you feel a passionate array of sensual surprises, or the trees from whom their stalks gift a lovely place for your fire to rest for awhile (and get ready for more tomorrow).

Do you want to stop and savour this place, or do you want to move your warmth somewhere else?

Feel out the darkness, and taste that what you want. This is for your pleasure after all, and nothing else.

There is no golden apple in the Garden here, no snake to infatuate you with external influences if you accidentally eat from its tree. Everything you consume will eventually be swallowed by the darkness too, and as such, there lies no need to be discriminatory.

Your soul is great, and I sit next to my bed, watching it flicker with interest.