Blossom Of Pleasure -

And finally, accept the season. Pleasure, like the cherry blossom, is fleeting by nature. That is not a flaw; that is the definition of its beauty. It will not last forever, so you must not hoard it. You must stand under the tree while the petals fall and let them land on your open face.

It begins as a . Think of the moment before you bite into a perfectly ripe peach. The sun has kissed its fuzz; the weight of it sits heavy and promising in your palm. You do not rush. You smell the stem. You feel the give of the skin. That pause—that exquisite delay—is the first petal unfurling. blossom of pleasure

Let it bloom. Right now.

True pleasure, the kind that blossoms, is quiet. And finally, accept the season