Massage: Mild Mist Meditation
Copyright Dan Windisch firstname.lastname@example.org
When I receive a massage
i am naked to the world.
Not quite napping,
in mild mist meditation,
here, not here,
realities gliding, fully, gently, one after another, blending, purrfectly
with that long; slow; oiled stroke up my back,
that deep kneading, tight sore, like-a-rope-stuck-tight, then released, loosened shoulder muscle.
My ear rubbbed, the ridge of bone never noticed behind my ear, now gently rubbed.
Toes warmly, oily, royally, treated.
Feet adored rolled squeezed pampered.
I purr, relaxed.
Fingers fondled, stretched, squeezed, released.
Hand quietly gently raised and held at the wrist,
arm resting at on the table,
Hand turned very slowly in a 12 inch circle...
Fingers and hand SLOWLY open and fold, then open and fold again.
SUCH BEAUTY!!!!! So much truth.
S-L-O-W-L-Y falling back hand opens like a flower unto the sun,
gently unconsciously choreographed peace, and unity, and openness,
slowly falling forward
the fingers hand close cascading... together.
hand/finger falling friends.
in a peaceful relaxed symphony
that is achingly
and to feel.
Hair tugged and gently rubbed brings back memories...
warm sheets, Mom, Dont let the bed bugs bite Good Night.
warm hands flowing,
i droolingly passively, happily wonder, then forget,
as time loses meaning,
and more parts of me than i ever imagined existed,
are gently touched, explored, cherished and released.
I love massage.