Years ago I wrote a fable about two lovers and the energy that existed between them. You can not make the energy flow, it flows naturally or not at all. When lovers touch there are signs that the desire is there; it is in their eyes, in her erect nipples, the wetness of her pussy and the bulging of his cock. Desire is an energy, but can only arouse. When the lovers bodies are joined; when with his cock is in her and they begin to move, then the energy becomes a sexual rhythm. Whether it is soft and slow, hot and fast, frenzied and furious, gentle or rough they must move to the same rhythm or the energy is destroyed and the moment lost. We look for that person that will know our rhythm so that we may be like two experienced dancers, who anticipate each other's every move. I have danced with many before and still search for that one who will move with Me as one body.
Below you will find the Fable, because I think it is significant and represents My balance; the gentler side of this twisted mind.A Love FableThe Meeting
Once upon a time (because that is when everything happened); there lived two people. They both lived in the same woods, but at opposite ends. One was an old carpenter with rough hands, broad shoulders and a soft heart.
The other was beautiful woman, who had two beautiful children. She lived in a beautiful house, with a beautiful garden and everything she saw or touched became beautiful too.
The old carpenter worked hard all his life; his son was far away, so lived by himself with only the local animals as friends. They would come to him with stories of the beautiful lady. “You should see her! She is magnificent!” they’d exclaim. “Her world is a thing of beauty, and all she touches becomes beautiful too!” The carpenter looked in the mirror at the lines in his face and gray in his beard , and thought “there is no place in her beautiful world for a creature such as I.”
One day while he was gathering wood to build with he caught a glimpse of the lady. He fell in love immediately. It was true she did grace everything around her. In that one moment even his world became brighter, but still he thought “there is no place in her world for me.”
The next time he was in the woods he saw her again. And keeping well hidden he said, “Hello”. “Who are you?” she asked “And why do you hide?”
“I am the carpenter from the other end of the woods. I am not hiding, I am working and you just can’t see me. I just wanted to say hello” he replied.
“Quit working so I can see you. It frightens me that you have no face” she said. “Maybe some other day, but not today” he replied.
For days, months and years the two met in the woods, they talked, but the carpenter never revealed himself. She would speak of her children the woods would glow around her. She would laugh and the birds and animals would sing. When she left his heart would sink and things would be as they were. The carpenter had fallen in love, but as he hid his face; he also hid his feelings.
One day in the woods, she talked to him and told him of a prince who had won her heart. “He is so good, that I would give up my beautiful world to be with him.”,she told him. As her part of the woods glowed his became darker.
“Please don’t leave, our world will loose it’s light, as I have lost my heart.”
He blurted these words out, he couldn’t contain himself.
“What are you saying? You and I have never met; you have never shown yourself to me. How can you exist for me if I can’t see you?”, she said. Slowly the carpenter emerged from the woods and as he did her light began to shine on him.
Maybe it was the light, but it seemed the lines in his face were beginning to disappear and the gray in his beard showed more like streaks of silver. As he walked closer he felt his back straighten and he became taller. When he stood in front of her and looked into her eyes; the glow she emitted entered his eyes and went to his heart. Her light became apart of his soul and he smiled.
The beautiful lady touched him and a tear welled up in her eye. “You aren’t so terrifying. Why have you hidden so long?”
“Because I was foolish; I let myself believe you would run away, so I hid.”, he told her. “Now you will go anyway, and with you will go the light but I will always be right behind you, trying to find you.” , he told her.
“What is your name?”, she asked. “Moon”, he replied. “And yours?” he asked.
“I am Sun”. The Courtship of Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon had met, in the woods, and Moon at last professed his love. Sun was shocked for she had met her prince already. He was her love, her hearts desire; she had thought her light had been seen by the right being. He was gentle and kind and there. But he was the prince of a far off realm and they had spoke only through time and space. Who was this Moon? A shadow in the darkness for months, who only stepped into her light as she declared her love for another.
Moon had become brazen. He had bathed in Sun’s light; he had opened his eyes at last and realized that only she could light his world. He glowed, but only for Sun. Now she was leaving, but he was determined, and he would follow moments behind in case she needed or wanted him. They would communicate through time and space, her words and presence always warming him. And the world could see as he followed her, how her presence affected him. When she responded he was full; when she spoke of her prince he was shadowed; when she was not there , he too was not seen.
Sun loved Moon, she loved his attentiveness; unlike the prince he was always there. She loved the passion, the way he reflected her light and moods. For Moon she often was brighter. She confessed to him that she too missed him when they were not together.
Moon needed little encouragement. He often rose earlier and stayed later into the day sharing the sky with Sun. Hers was the first face he wanted to see in the day and the last as they kissed good night. But Sun still pursued her prince, while Moon asked why.
Sun often worried about Moon’s honesty, his wanting to share her space. “There are so many problems.” she would say. “I am in love (though she was not sure why), I am committed I know he is my prince!” she told Moon.
Moon’s only response was “Why?, you shine on so many and he least reflects your light?”, Then he would say “ On many occasions he has obscured your light, and in doing so mine as well.” One day Moon asked “What is this prince’s name that holds the heart of my love and so often veils her glow?”
“He is the prince of Clouds. He fills my skies and is everywhere!” said Sun. Moon responded “He is not here and when I see him he is less billowy. How can you so love, he who would dull your radiance?” “I don’t know?, I just do” she said.
Moon would not let the Sun go down with out him, and so for millennium he chased her across the sky. When she wept, the earth was watered; when she smiled the earth was warmed. And the Moon glowed. The prince of clouds had no substance to him, and Moon knew she would rise and see that.
Moon swore, that he would court the Sun until neither rose again. And he did. The Battle For Sun
Sun pursued the Prince of Clouds, because she knew that once together any problems they might have would be resolved. Moon pursued Sun, because he knew that his love for her was greater than any others, including her Prince’s. Moon lived for Sun the way the flowers did, he felt strength in her presence and glowed. Clouds only darken her radiance, but her being illuminated him.
Moon was determined to vanquish the Prince. To do this he challenged him to do battle. The battle would begin with Sun’s going and would end as she returned. There would be no ground given, a battle to the end.
As Sun, left clouds began to gather, great massive thunderheads, dark and gray. The Prince amassed a great storm, thunder and lightning began to crack and fill the night sky. Trees bowed and limbs were torn off as the wind rode in front of Cloud’s army.
People took shelter in their homes, animals sought shelter as the storm grew greater . Clouds filled the sky with his presence, there was no sign of light , no sign of Moon. For hours Clouds rattled the night skies with thunder and lightning. Eventually he began to weaken exhausted by this mighty show of strength.
Then as if he were the wisest of leaders Moon began to rise. He rose above clouds, above the thunder and lightning. And through the clouds came this shimmering light. Moon had bested his opponent without striking a blow. Clouds had literally blown himself out. Defeated he left the morning sky, as Sun approached.
Though night was about to become day, Moon cold not leave. He waited as Sun approached and lingered in her radiance unobstructed by clouds presence. Moon loved Sun and as if a miracle had occurred Sun said, “It is over, the Clouds have departed” .
Moon continues to pursue Sun, now only her heart stood between them, and he would (God willing) win that battle too. Moon’s Reward
Moon’s defeat of the Prince of Clouds was complete. Vanquished clouds shriveled up and he disappeared. He returned on occasion to pay tribute to Sun and to acknowledge Moon (Red skies at morning and night reflecting the embarrassment of his defeat; The love for one and the resentment of the other.).
Feeling loved, Sun asked if Moon had every witnessed her in her glory, in her total radiance. He thought he had but then she opened her eyes and showed her true radiant beauty. She exposed all sides of her and Moon was delighted.
Moon wanted only to feel, touch and taste his exquisite counterpart. He took her in and his love grew brighter. He was both elated and embarrassed by his emotion. Moon blushed at his response, on seeing her beauty he became crimson. Sun, upon seeing his flushed face caressed the love she saw and felt in him.
It was a time of fulfillment, his and hers. He shown so brightly that the farmers in the fields came out and saw that their crops were bountiful. Their land had been kissed by Sun’s radiance, it was absorbed into the earth and as the prince had washed her from the sky on occasion he had also moistened the earth giving the fertile seed its nourishment to grow in earth’s womb. As the battle through the skies had progressed the crops grew; following the ritual, awakening with Sun’s warmth sleeping under Moon’s gaze tormented and fed by the Prince’s fury.
But in the end it was Moon’s blushing radiance that told the people in the fields that it was time to harvest what they had sown. Through time we have forgotten what a miracle this cycle of love is. The love of Moon for Sun, his daily accent to see his love, only to loose her again. His vow made; he still follows her through time and space and though he may never be able to touch her, he will always see her radiance and reflect it for the world to see.
This picture by Craig Morey has always made me think of the relationship between night and day. It is about the Yin-Yang of existence and our relationships; not the similarities we share, but rather the contrast that compliment and complete us.