Little Red Riding Hood: Nakedin the SunshineI was in pain when I lay down...

Little Red Riding Hood: Nakedin the Sunshine
I was in pain when I lay down...: Naked in the Sunshine I was in pain when I lay down and my mind confused, jumbled, restless, wandering. I read a story. Intriguing, a...

Naked in the Sunshine

I was in pain when I lay down and my mind confused, jumbled, restless, wandering. I read a story. Intriguing, although, everything was jumbled, and relatively, meaningless.

All the socially, morally, and politically, correct activities, pomp, pageantry, religious fever, government control, ownership, rules, and regulations.

What was their day to day life all about? Shit!

The women spent all their time deciding what to wear, how to act, how to speak, they did nothing except to be props. Their lives as meaningless, pawns.

The men, brutal, controlling, decadent, abusive, arrogant, and stupid! The art of being obedient, simple, deadening, small. All of it.

The most important things they threw carelessly away. Their passion, their joy, their love, laughter, and in the end, what was it all about?

The children of these unions, with so much available to them were crushed, bled dry, by a system that was unsustainable.

They had no grand passions except the pursuit of decadence. No dreams, except about death, or destruction. Nothing to give their children, except their freedom, and no life to them, after this fact.

And, yet, everything was available to them. Everything, but did they for a moment consider reaching out and grasping that golden ring, clutching it with a passion filled mind, burgeoning with dreams of the future times to come?

No. They sat down at an over laden down table, as if it were their last meal, and they took what was offered them, as they always did, and never for an instant even dreamed that a whole other world was being shown to them, the veil lifted, the confusion shifted, as if in a dream when suddenly everything is clear, clean, concise, and unbelievably, beautiful, as it appears, and all they had to do was to reach out, and enjoy what was offered, while in this moment, they were here.

Instead, they closed their eyes, the curtains of the Soul, and reached out for control, manipulated, the windows of the Soul, simply because it was all that they know.

They could have known passion, they could have experienced bliss, opened their hearts touched the lips of extended, fatefulness, with no ending and no beginning, stepping silently, over the boundaries, that do not exist.

Instead, the wheel of destiny was stopped, and someone stepped to an open window, and pissed.

“I know, said one, instead of being happy and ultimately fulfilled. I’ll create a world of confusion for every person that I contact with, Drama, That’s the ticket for this. Oh, yes! That’s it!”

Another peeled off their blood-stained gloves, and decided to be the designated killer, slaughterer of love.

“We’ll become nomadic, take our business to the street, no, need to worry, we will be discrete, no one will even wonder, what the vibration is of the music, or the ease with which we display all of our talents, in multicolored hues, all they will experience is dull neutral colors, as the pigments run together, over-lap, defuse.”

A family could have been, there were the main ingredients, but instead, they all went their separate ways. Never used any of it.

Falling apart around the edges, losing themselves, in the pain of it, unexpressed talent, dreadful malice. Perpetual decadence, wore out, and wasted, they spent their final days.

The one who insisted upon being left behind, like a watermelon left too long on the vine, its wonderful and refreshing bounty, oh, so very fine, exploded, and dripped away, as the fruit was exploited, ripped, torn, wasted, enjoyed by the never-ending hordes of insects, that carried it away. The final merger, seeds tossed into the wind, dried up, transplanted, refused, rotted. Hard to comprehend.

A suicidal conquest, never to be gathered together again, once it is used. Separated forever, for all time, and beyond.

She lay on the ground naked in the Sunshine, it’s warmth upon her face, as the Serpent of desire, spiraled down and around the length of her body, seeking the truth of her essence, in this place.

She smiled, eyes closed, breathing deeply, completely, of the heat, knowing that forever was seeded in this second, and beneath the edges of a breath, there is the final relief, in the letting go of all possibilities.

“Do you feel it? she whispered. Do you see me? I am finally free. Clarity is so very sweet.”