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“Here in this body are the sacred rivers, here are the sun and the moon, as well as the pilgrimage places. I have not encountered another temple as blissful as my own body.” ~ Sarah Doha


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	“Here in this body are the sacred rivers, here are the sun and the moon, as well as the pilgrimage places. I have not encountered another temple as blissful as my own body.” ~ Sarah Doha The reality of my profile is it will change as I do (hopefully grow with me) I have kept the basics up for now, as I wanted to be in a position to give it much thought. As one learns grows and becomes more conscious of who W/we are.... I think (yes, submissive’s can think) smiles the profile will automatically do the same change and grow with me. There are some constants that won’t change my love for music and its message being one, for music to me remains what my feelings sound like. With that being said, it’s not always the music behind the lyrics, sometimes it’s just the lyrics. Below are a few songs that over time have had very personal messages to me in my quiet moments of reflection: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ww--ko8kKF8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwyLrz7CZX4 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TWYBuyU63U http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucdnm8iU-5c I think it is important to note, that just because “One” shouts Dominance, it is not sufficient to see me drop to my knees. I seek to find the friend in “One” before I seek anything else. If I am unable to trust that friend, I am unable to journey down a road with Him. I have not come here looking for any said person, I have come to meet, chat, learn, find, explore me, and maybe in the process will come across a friend ... time teaches much. I have opinions and a strong mind, I do not server from weakness, but from strength, I am a submissive woman yes, there is no hidden baggage and there are no wounds to heal here.. I do not serve from low self-esteem, but from an inner strength one that guides me and leads me along the path I journey.... I detest weakness in most things, I realize W/we are all different and thank the higher powers daily that W/we are. I do not confuse Domineering with Dominance as I do not confuse weakness with submission. What type of Dominant intrigues me? *A Man who not only knows Himself, but knows what He wants, who does not ask permission, who takes what He believes is due to Him, who seeks a woman who is not “easy” to conquer as this will in-itself not give Him a sense of achievement, to possess a mindless anything does not show His value of Himself. One who does not only gain His value from her Strength but who seeks to express His value through her? One who does not have conflict in the value of His own mind and the desires of His inner core. This is the Dominant who walks in a room and no-one questions His being... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjN-0hDLUqY Lastly for now... I have been asked many times since joining, am I a slave, the answer, no. I am not a slave, there is a submissive in every slave, there is however not a slave in every submissive, I retain my right to submit. smilesI have never suffered with the Cinderella Complex, I know that the journey takes two to make it work ... there is no fairytale, except the one I allow to happen.

4/4/2011 1:03:49 AM

Soft music plays in the background
Pillow positioned just inches from a large sliding door
Birds singing.. she is is conscious of her surroundings

Slowly and purposefully removing all her garments
She gracefully kneels, her hands touching the cold tiles
Her legs parted just a little wider than her shoulders.

She lowers her eyes and bows her head
Hearing her inner calling..
Knowing that through quiet reflection she will find her strength.
Trying desperately to quiet her busy mind

She breathes in slowly and tries to breathe out most of what the day held..
Through her now closed eyes she begins her journey...she sees..
It is more than a mirage this she knows.
a presence of strength within her unfolds.

It becomes her awakening... that of a tender heart

As her mind becomes still, she takes a moment and remembers why she is doing this
Even more importantly she feels her reason
All that she is... and all that she knows... she does in service

Feeling almost an instant fill of words repeat
Humility, Surrender, Service, Humility, Surrender, Service
With Humility she surrenders...this is how she serves …
Time is of no issue .. this place surreal

A chill brushes across her breasts
she begins to hear the soft music in the back ground
The birds no longer sing,
Raising her head slightly
Opening her eyes

She sees the room is now darker and the birds have taken flight
she loves the places she travels to .....this place...her place
she feels a quickening of her heart....

3/16/2011 12:34:06 PM

A proverbial sound - A well-known voice - Taking a moment to look out the window - She is un-ashamed of her untamed mind -The sound of the voice -Catching her off guard -hesitation in her mind -poise in her heart -“looking out on that all too familiar view” does not want the answer -It’s nothing she understands
He knows -
He feels it -
Then her mouth curls into that familiar smile -A kindness taking over
S t o p
This should not be felt
T h i n k i n g
She looks about - her mind intoxicated -by her innocent pleasure -her mind is set-she is ready to go - she hangs up & leaves to turn and look at no one
Except a vision -a hallucination
She searches her mind..
Looking for what seems like something that will take an eternity....curling up on her pillow.. she feels her eyes becoming heavy.
She hears it..
The sound of her waterfall she closes her eyes and heads for it.....

lildarling