Whilst You Can

This is a poem about waking up to all the pleasure available to you in this very instant. A note-to-self reminder that we can choose joy and that we are allowed to relax and experience our full sensuality. I wrote it the day after attending a Tantric, Shamanic Body Pleasure Experience Retreat in Berne.

Transcript

Whilst you can. For pity's sake, Stop being so relentlessly constructive, Will you? Kick off those well-worn moccasins of doing and bloody well relax. Yes. Now. You are allowed. And it might come as some sort of a shock, But you deserve it. We were not created to be human Zoom call conductors. We were not put on this earth to pour our heart's energy into constant virtual contact or to spend our sacred existence craning our knackered necks over tiny static screens, Searching for the next desperate dopamine hit of external validation. We were not made to invest our souls in inconsequential meetings or to waste our precious life force, Planning the next time that we might actually be able to experience some glimpsed sense of happiness. For that time is now, Dear friend. And there is much pleasure available if you'd simply let your fidgety little fingers take a moment to feel it all. There is a joy that bubbles at your source, And it is begging you to express its innocence. Every time you choose it, It spurts out of you like a flirtatious fountain effervescing with attractive aliveness and flowing you into even greater goodness. Will you savour the juicy fruits of fun that flutter inside your loins when you prioritise this very instant? Go on. I dare you.