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"Nudity
and Art" by Rom Tom
"When
we are nude together we sense the primordial perfection that mans
soul has lost -- some would say since the Garden of Eden, others
would say since our species lived in caves and carved the Madonna
figures from stone 20,000 years ago. Humans of our era are so
apt to distance themselves from each other that they easily lose
sight of their common humanity. They pile layers upon layers of
clothing on their bodies until children are raised to adulthood
without a glimmer of wisdom concerning the common humanity buried
beneath the confusion. The id is buried. The heart is buried.
The human mind of our era is a layered hodgepodge of confusion,
a fighting ground for inherited values and beliefs that often
conflict with each other, a theatre for warring against kinds
of people who choose other views, a place where we stereotype
each other in the mad hope of simplifying the madness so we can
deal with life -- and the end result is a mental core of frustration
and a profound feeling of loss, with all the repercussions we
know so well.
The nude
human spirit revealed in its incomparably beautiful pristine nature
heals us of such maladies. All the nudists in the world will testify
to that. But only people with courage and determination and an
honest desire to seek the truth will ever tear away the lies from
their lives and find the truth. Nude art is the closest thing
to God, to Goddess, to the soul. Nude art is the most sacred art
of all. It is able to dissolve the millenniums of confusion we
carry with us.
If art
is not catharsis, it is facade. If you only have weak passions,
this deeply human art is not for you. This art is only for people
brave enough to see through confusion to the heart of Goddess."
Many
Blessings!~Rom Tom~
Eugene,
Oregon-2005

MOONWOLF
She
goes by "Moonwolf"...
Strong
east coast woman
Driving through the New Mexico night
Her
pickup truck filled with camping gear
And
with fellow wanderers
At least one new lover
Young
Goddess sister
Or
young God Brother
Horny
as Wild Mountain Flowers
Quilts
spread on desert mesa
Awaking
to birds blessing
The
morning with song
Smells of unwashed sexy bodies
And
campfire coffee
Whispers
and laughter
They heard coyotes in the night
Now they pack the truck
And
hit the road again
After they have left
The
coyotes come
And
sniff the still warm coals

SISTERS
OF LIVING LIGHT
There's
a quality of genuine happiness that cannot be feined
French
Canadian women are so blessed
Freedom and Spirit are nature to them, friendship so sacred...
Their
human hearts are cups
Overflowing
with wine like honey-thick sunshine
Gushing
and flowing into each other's lives...
I saw Maud and her baby Jade many times every day at Lac Beau
Nude
on the beautiful shore, nude as we all were,
Maud spoke no English but communication was not difficult for her
She
was the heart of hearts incarnate
She
could not simply sit beside someone
She
had to be entwined with them, legs and arms, eye to eye
Her
face was sunshine, her eyes were doves,
Her
milk-filled breasts were sacred beauty
I often wondered who was Jade's father and where he was
Maud
was with so many beautiful brothers and sisters...

SACRED
STATUE
One
September Saturday Erin,
A
graduate student in Fine Arts,
Hopped
into her little silver Sportscar
Wearing only maroon panties and matching bra,
Headed
south on I-5 from Portland
To Umpqua hotsprings to do this photoshoot,
A three and a half hour trip...
She
drove the truckers nuts all the way...
Sacred
Statue in the cave
That's
how the truckers must have seen her
Zipping
along Sacred feminine in maroon panties
In
a silver cave...



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