2 of 5 - The Amrita Tales - Ode alla Fonte Pura - by Greeneyes & Penelope

Dear Earthlings,

the tale of Greeneyes and Penelope continues. 

This time they're getting closer, traveling on the train of desire their auras are already brushing against one another from a distance.  Then they connect and immediately the search for a personal space to witness their love.

Ode alla fonte pura, cont'd

Qualche messaggio sul telefonino, colorati dettagli per riconoscerci alla stazione "ho un trench nero e stivali neri...sarà divertente ed anche eccitante cercarci tra la folla" mi scrivi.
Ho una sottile euforia, un po' di incoscienza forse, ma ancora un volta sono pronta a tuffarmi ed a vivere intensamente un'esperienza nuova ed eccitante, sicuramente arricchente.
Eccomi in stazione, tutti hanno una direzione precisa, traiettorie razionali ed io invece mi muovo casualmente, con gli occhi che cercano la meta, per ora solo "trench e stivali neri".
Finalmente ci individuiamo tra la gente, un reciproco sorriso, un caldo abbraccio ed un bacio sulla bocca, lì in mezzo alla gente; due marocchini ci guardano con gli occhi spalancati, ma noi due abbiamo già incominciato a chiudere il mondo fuori, indecentemente ed allegramente.
Per prima cosa mi colpiscono i tuoi occhi, il tuo sguardo dai riflessi iridescenti e liquidi mi sovrasta leggermente e sento subito il calore del tuo corpo che mi avvolge, senza timore alcuno, e la tua testa che accenna un tenero movimento fa ondeggiare i capelli scuri ad accarezzare le spalle.
Sul taxi le nostre mani si intrecciano e ci parliamo, come se ci conoscessimo da sempre; le mie dita accarezzano il dorso della tua mano e già desidero scorrere la tua pelle ambrata ed assaporarne il gusto.

Continua
 

Greenyes and Penelope

Dear Earthlings:

The ecology of life is always love.  But love comes in many many different ways.  Things in nature evolve out of joy and pleasure.  And if we only acknowledged the sacredness of that, we'd have nothing to interpret as scarcity or pain.  Let's stay tuned for that day! 

Education is the heart of democracy.  And that includes education to love.  More posts on this topic.  Next is an Italian novella, Ode alla Fonte Pura, Ode to the Pure Source.  Stay tuned.  We will post every Thursday at noon.

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Namaste,

Serena Anderlini-D'Onofrio, PhD

Gilf Gaia Extraordinaire

Author of Gaia and the New Politics of Love and many other books
Professor of Humanities

University of Puerto Rico, Mayaguez

   

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12 of 12 | Monday is for Religion: "Seize the Moment," by Alice E. Van Pelt

Hi lovely Earthlings!

One more poem from Alice Van Pelt.  This one is a bit sad.  She seems to have a hard time staying well.  Her sleep, her days are a bit tormented.  She holds on to her source and feels its presence at every step.  When she has a "moment" free of torment, she dedicates it to that source.  This reminds me of a beloved friend, Eros.  I often tease him that "atheism" is just another religion as I used to do with my dad.  And yet what I like about him, what makes him unique among beloveds, is the "religious" way he'll do what's on the plate, including love.  Love to Eros is like a prayer.  It's like a religious ritual and a trance.  I am sure this mother would be in awe of that.  It is a joy to be part of the narratives of the amazing human family!


Seize the Moment

I thank you Lord because you're there

Alice E. Van Pelt

When I'm disturbed I know you care

You wake me up to start my day

Carry me through all the way

Hold my hand when the going gets rough

Brighten my spirit when things are tough

When evening fails and night returns

You lay me down with soft concerns

You watch me as I start to pray

And keep me calm in every way

I must seize the moment

To honor you always

Give you the glory and give you the praise.

No date

From the poetry collection of Alice E. Van Pelt, published here with permission from her descendants, gratefully acknowledged.

Dear Earthlings: 

Did you notice the beauty of this poem?  Again that soft touch of rhymes kissing each other, of rhythms and tones in a dance.  We say goodbye to Alice for the moment.  Perhaps more poems will be released from her collections and we will open another series for her.  We thank her for her gifts of poetry to this blog.  And for the gift of jarring yours truly with a belief system she had rejected.  The gift of thinking of monotheism in the context of amorous and religious inclusiveness again.

More series coming.  Stay tuned for next.  We will announce in the social media.

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Namaste,

Serena Anderlini-D'Onofrio, PhD

Gilf Gaia Extraordinaire

Author of Gaia and the New Politics of Love and many other books
Professor of Humanities

University of Puerto Rico, Mayaguez

   

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1 of 5 - The Amrita Tales - Ode alla Fonte Pura - by Greeneyes & Penelope

Dear Earthlings,

yours truly is blessed with some tales from Italy.  She wants to share them.  With antiquity in the background, the legacy of initiation into the arts of loving is still present.  The arts are a way to know, and the art of love is very effective.  The most important thing is knowing oneself.  And what's a better way to accomplish that than to love someone who is like oneself?

Ode alla fonte pura, or Ode to the Pure Source is precisely that, an ode to the source of self-knowledge.  This source is met when one encounters another like onself for love.  The two women in this tale choose to experience one another as lovers as they seek that deeper enounter with the self that comes from the resemblance.

Some might call this tale bisexual.  That would be ok.  In the wider horizon of love as the art of knowledge of the world, bisexuality is the healthiest possible sexual orientation as long as the arts of love are not revered yet.  When that reverence happens, the need for bisexuality disappears, and love becomes the path to knowledge and its method.

Here's the tale.

Ode alla fonte pura

Mi lascio cullare dal dondolio del treno, lancio avanti nel tempo i miei occhi chiusi, ad immaginare il tuo sguardo; la fantasia è libera di spaziare, ho pochi elementi di te, una piccolissima foto icona di Messenger, parole sullo schermo, tracce allusive per mille possibili esiti, unica certezza il desiderio profondo di conoscerci e di legare le nostre esistenze, anche solo per un fugace incontro.

Sono serena, un po' trepidante, è la prima volta, è la prima volta, ripeto dentro di me, che finalmente il fascino misterioso dell'essere femminile potrà svelarsi alla mia inesauribile voglia di vita e di conoscenza.
So già che ciò che desidero non è solo un corpo speculare al mio, ma è altro, è la scoperta reciproca della pelle, del respiro interiore, del movimento lento e sinuoso, dolce ed accattivante, un'altra me che parla con me.

Continua . . . . 

Greeneyes and Penelope

Dear Earthlings:

There is no liquiity yet.  But the fluidity of the story fits the theme we are embracing.   The ecology of life is always love.  But love comes in many many different ways.  Things in nature evolve out of joy and pleasure.  And if we only acknowledged the sacredness of that, we'd have nothing to interpret as scarcity or pain.  Let's stay tuned for that day! 

Education is the heart of democracy.  And that includes education to love.  More posts on this topic.  Next is an Italian novella, Ode alla Fonte Pura, Ode to the Pure Source.  Stay tuned.  We will post every Thursday at noon.

Did you enjoy the post?  Let us know!  Yours truly appreciates your attention.  The comments box is open.

Come back!  And stay tuned for more wonders.

Namaste,

Serena Anderlini-D'Onofrio, PhD

Gilf Gaia Extraordinaire

Author of Gaia and the New Politics of Love and many other books
Professor of Humanities

University of Puerto Rico, Mayaguez

   

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11 of 12 | Monday is for Religion: "Troubled Waters," by Alice E. Van Pelt

Hi lovely Earthlings!

This is one of the most beautiful of Alice's poems I've read.  It is so simple and chiseled to perfection.  How do we overcome a rough patch?  Where does it register within that one has arrived?  And what source do we tap into to get past the storm?  Her religion helps.  Another way Alice shares her experience with posterity.



TROUBLED WATERS

Alice E. Van Pelt

Heavy clouds above my head

Storms approaching, fears I dread

Times are changing, so it's said

Tears of sadness in my head.

Like the Phoenix from the ashes

As the waves of torment passes

God declares a new beginning

New life in Jesus I am winning.

April 26, 1998

From the poetry collection of Alice E. Van Pelt, published here with permission from her descendants, gratefully acknowledged.

Dear Earthlings: 

Did you notice the beauty of this poem?  The words dance in the short verses and the rhymes kiss each other at the end.  The tone and theme are in lockstep. When you feel you want to react to the monotheism, remember it's an instance of polytheism, only with just one deity.  People invent the belief systems they need.  And this one seems to work for Alice E. Van Pelt. 

More poems from Alice coming.  Stay tuned for next.  We will post every Monday at noon.

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Serena Anderlini-D'Onofrio, PhD

Gilf Gaia Extraordinaire

Author of Gaia and the New Politics of Love and many other books
Professor of Humanities

University of Puerto Rico, Mayaguez

   

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The Amrita Tales - 1. Waterfall Explodes in a Storm

Dear Earthlings:

yours truly has been interested in Amrita, the pure pleasure liquid that inundates the Earth with joy.  It gushes out of the yoni and was known as the "nectar of the gods."  With the divorce of the erotic and the sacred brought about by monotheists, knowledge of this liquid had been lost.  There is now a movement to recuperate it.  Amrita squirts out of the urethra when it becomes engorged.  Every woman has the potential to activate the flow, and a few can.  It is very pleasurable.  Yours truly makes a pledge: When the world is as preoccupied about Amrita as it is about male ejaculate, we will have peace on Earth. 

This quick tale comes from an exercise in "power words," from the course How to Write a Book in 90 Days, by Kamala Devi.  The power words used are "waterfall," "explode," and "storm."  Thanks Kamala!

Click for a taste of Kamala's initation into Amrita

Here goes the tale:

Waterfall Explodes in a Storm

He was looking at the waterfall out of her yoni.  It was copious, abundant, translucent, wet.

He felt something in the relationship was about to explode.  He became afraid of it yet could not free himself of the hypnotic spell.  He kept staring at the waterfall until the cascade became even more abundant and hypnotic.

There was a storm between them waiting to happen.  He knew it.  She knew it.  They had not had an open heart conversation in months.  He eluding her.  She eluding him.  Each in his/her own way was aware that too much was on the plate, too much had gone unsaid.  The explosion was inevitable.  So he put his hand under her crotch, felt the translucent liquid warm his palm in a waterfall of wetness.  

He looked at her face, strove to meet her gaze, otherworldly, hypnotized by her own pleasure. 

"Shall we resume our open-heart conversations?"

Amrita, November 2, 2011

Dear Earthlings:

The ecology of life is always love.  But love comes in many many different ways.  Things in nature evolve out of joy and pleasure.  And if we only acknowledged the sacredness of that, we'd have nothing to interpret as scarcity or pain.  Let's stay tuned for that day! 

Education is the heart of democracy.  And that includes education to love.  More posts on this topic.  Next is an Italian novella, Ode alla Fonte Pura, Ode to the Pure Source.  Stay tuned.  We will post every Thursday at noon.

Did you enjoy the post?  Let us know!  Yours truly appreciates your attention.  The comments box is open.

Come back!  And stay tuned for more wonders.

Namaste,

Serena Anderlini-D'Onofrio, PhD

Gilf Gaia Extraordinaire

Author of Gaia and the New Politics of Love and many other books
Professor of Humanities

University of Puerto Rico, Mayaguez

   

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