alternative title: calm…
or clam?
why does man (well) fish?
why does man (well) pray?
why does man (well) hope that something happens, Here, today?
why does man (well) think that he might ever get his wish?
why does man (well) smile?
why does man (well) fish
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a man, shore-fishing on the beach, is an interesting life form.
he is (outwardly) calm, while (inwardly) hoping for that which we all chase, incessantly: the Present moment.
when a fish, uh, nibbles… and then swallows his bait… a man is never more alive. he is never more present than that.
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i… am Present… when my face is in-between my girl’s legs, and when i’m gently kissing and teasing her delicious p---y. i love to lick her p---y lips, and i love to slide the tip of my tongue slooooooooowly …up towards her throbbing cl-t. i can feel that she is Present. she is presenting, after all. 😊
my hope is that she will (event-u-ally) lose control… and come (uncontrollably) all over my cheeks and lips and tongue and chin. i Love her (in that moment). i love us, in that moment.
she knows that she can bring me into the present: at her command… when she kneels-down (in-between my legs) and takes the head of my throbbing c--k into her hot, hungry mouth -- sometimes closing her eyes to completely focus on it, and sometimes looking me dead-in-the-eye… to capture the moment. she controls me… when she b---s me.
she will kiss it, and lick it, and smile (and make soft, moaning noises) to let me know that she is fully into the best b---job that she has ever, ever given.
when she wants to be my ‘bad girl’, she will lick and suck the base of my c--k, where it meets my b---s. she a might even take one of them into her soft, beautiful, moist mouth.
if she decides to really, really be a bad-girl, she will explore even further.
while walking the beach this morning, i strolled by a man who was fishing. i asked “what are you trying to catch?” without missing a beat, he said “a mermaid, so i can take her back to my room.”
we both laughed… knowing that no truer words had ever been spoken on a beach (on planet earth). he was fishing! he was hopeful.
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“in the now” experts seem to believe that we should ‘try’ to experience the ‘now’ moment. i say that we seek It …incessantly. we can’t not not but be present. the Present, however, would not be captivating, however, without the apparent lack of it.
why does man (well) smile?
why does man (well) fish
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a man, shore-fishing on the beach, is an interesting life form.
he is (outwardly) calm, while (inwardly) hoping for that which we all chase, incessantly: the Present moment.
when a fish, uh, nibbles… and then swallows his bait… a man is never more alive. he is never more present than that.
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i… am Present… when my face is in-between my girl’s legs, and when i’m gently kissing and teasing her delicious p---y. i love to lick her p---y lips, and i love to slide the tip of my tongue slooooooooowly …up towards her throbbing cl-t. i can feel that she is Present. she is presenting, after all. 😊
my hope is that she will (event-u-ally) lose control… and come (uncontrollably) all over my cheeks and lips and tongue and chin. i Love her (in that moment). i love us, in that moment.
she knows that she can bring me into the present: at her command… when she kneels-down (in-between my legs) and takes the head of my throbbing c--k into her hot, hungry mouth -- sometimes closing her eyes to completely focus on it, and sometimes looking me dead-in-the-eye… to capture the moment. she controls me… when she b---s me.
she will kiss it, and lick it, and smile (and make soft, moaning noises) to let me know that she is fully into the best b---job that she has ever, ever given.
when she wants to be my ‘bad girl’, she will lick and suck the base of my c--k, where it meets my b---s. she a might even take one of them into her soft, beautiful, moist mouth.
if she decides to really, really be a bad-girl, she will explore even further.
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while walking the beach this morning, i strolled by a man who was fishing. i asked “what are you trying to catch?” without missing a beat, he said “a mermaid, so i can take her back to my room.”
we both laughed… knowing that no truer words had ever been spoken on a beach (on planet earth). he was fishing! he was hopeful.
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“in the now” experts seem to believe that we should ‘try’ to experience the ‘now’ moment. i say that we seek It …incessantly. we can’t not not but be present. the Present, however, would not be captivating, however, without the apparent lack of it.
yes... i know that there are too many "howevers" in the last sentence.
:)
please allow me to explain:
if everything was experienced as ‘present’ – it would be impossible to appreciate one thing more than another, which would make everything a flat-line (boring) endeavor. we trick ourselves into masking (or wrapping) the present… so that we can experience the ecstasy of those momentary glimpses into our true, True nature:
the orgasm of a
sunrise.
the mouth-to-mouth first
kiss.
the sting of the first sip
of beer, or coffee,
or (i imagine) the first drag of a cigarette.
the g-forces associated
with speeding through a curve in the road.
lightning. thunder.
surrender. attraction.
yearning.
Love.
we chase the now (well) Now! the beauty of life is to forget that we are Now… so we can glimpse (and treasure) the Now.
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the seashell that i brought back to the room appears to be inconsequential, but…
at some point, life was contained within. a living thing (complete with a digestive system and a pulse of some kind) housed a universe of tissues, cells, atoms, and sub-atomic particles. as the clam was living, it had to have a sense of self. it had to have an ego.
the fisherman was about as
calm as the life-thriving clam!
Love… The All, The IS, the Uni-Megaverse, just IS. It/She has no sense of self (being the All) without a sense of what S/He is not: the separation, the a-apart, the perspective, the mini-Me, the illusion-of-other-than-Oneness, the ego.
ego is not something to ‘transcend’. ego is that which allows the All to “be” and “know” and “feel” (and to taste 😊) and to experience HE/rself.
the apparent antithesis of Love… IS Love (well) Love-ing!
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Well-ness is the balance of multiple dimensions of self – mental, physical, social, emotional, spiritual… that (Holistically) is the self… as the One… as the All.
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back to the original thoem:
· a man ‘fishes’ …as a precursor to Present-Centered-Oneness.
his imaginary mermaid is his Connection. his ultimate blowjob is his re-Union. He/r ultimate orgasm is her Present. the separation becomes the One… in the Present.
in Truth, All IS One.
the fantasticality of life is that we can pre/tend (for a moment), we can play (for a time), we can go to the move-ies, we can watch/direct/act in (and, of course, star in)… our own Play.
we can for-get… in order to For-Give our ‘selves’ – so as Oneness can experience He/rself (from a perspective) of separation.
Oneness. IS. at Play!
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…and that, my friends… concludes this fish-story (well-ness) his-story lesson.
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[i] martino, j. (10.12-1.2024). why does man (well) fish? book 120: i saw it on television! © 2024 by j. martino.
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