The mud Alcove of Groundly Pleasures – A sensual, barefoot intercourse between my feet and the Earth.

It has been a while I decided to spend more time being barefoot, regardless of the type of surface, environment, weather..

I started with medium-long walks on a “dirt” road then on the forest trails and recently, even when I go into town.

I walk, run, dance and jump always barefoot and I just cannot stop it anymore!

I tried to wear my sandals the other day but that felt total disconnection!

Yesterday I went for a walk in the forest following a new trail, that pass along the river and it was full - oh so full - of mud everywhere!

I got dirt up to my knees and never felt that light and relaxed.

I ve experienced a rainbow of emotions, each prompted by a different element/surface I came in contact with.

Spent there a couple of hours completely absorbing the creative energy of that unviolated soil.

The more I stepped into the muddy soil and got more "dirty", the greater I felt, a unique sensation of unconditional acceptance, of kinship with the Earth.

It went so deep as to resemble a sexual intercourse, my feet being the living probes of this extraordinary journey into that unknown "black hole".

After all I believe Love (and sex as one of its many expressions) is all around us, pervading each and every living things, every day, every hour, every minute and seconds.

The prose I wrote afterward is a “colorful” account of what it moved inside and outside of me.

The mud Alcove of Groundly Pleasures – A sensual, barefoot intercourse between my feet and the Earth.

by Aura Licht

Fertile Earthly Maiden, here I come to tease your senses by walking the trails of thy luscious body, 

there I sink my Feet into the scented Sex of yours.

Those long Blades of grass – like fingernails – scratch along my skin..

You suck my heels into Thee, holding my Extremities in an alchemic mystical Embrace.

Those fallen leaves – like pubic hairs – hide the secret Portal of Your grace from profane eyes.

As I penetrate more into it, the wet walls of warm mud open up like a trembling hungry mouth, its saliva orgasming pure water to further lubricate my next moves, yearning for more..

Those sharp thorns – like unexpected lustful bites – pierce my fleshes ejaculating red semen.

Earth to Man, Man back to Earth.

Queen Rain and the St(c)reams of Inner Awakening

Late this afternoon I had a walk in the forest within the property I live.

I enjoy taking off my shoes and feel the humid, wet and soft sensation of mud and stones underneath the soles of my feet.

Looked at my legs; so "dirty" my mother would say, "now go and wash yourself".

Fortunately for me, she could not see.
Unfortunately for her, she could not see.

Keep walking, listening to the birds singing, a quick look at the horizon, farewelling the Sun.
Suddenly, a voice come from the forest behind me.
It is the sound of Energy transformed into Matter.

It is the Rain. Queen Rain.
As she gently flies with her invisible  wings, raindrops like tears bless the creature of the World Below, in a playful cry of joy.

(I hear she is coming. She is just there behind  but did not yet touched me).

The sky gets dark. The wind start to blow. Trees, palms and shrubs are shaken by it, like impatiently waiting to be embraced by the watery arms of Queen Rain.
Seems like all Nature bows and waves to her coming.

And I am standing there, in the midst of this wild temple, waiting for my turn to become united with the Flying Waters of Creation.

When finally reached by its liquid fingers, shivers like quick st(c)reams flow down my body, awakening those inner ones, running underneath the layers of my bodily microcosm.

And suddenly, I feel so nourished, so refreshed by this touch of Life no human invention could ever replicate.