The Price of Kissing Is Your Life
I would love to kiss you
The price of kissing is your life
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it!
How much will you toss into the fire so you can be reborn through love?
How much of your everyday habits, pieces of your identity, stories of who you think you are, will impede you from going deep and surrendering yourself to love?
How willing are you to let go of power struggles, games and let your deepest truth shine through?
To let you heart want what it wants?
The photo-mosiac mural I’m standing in front of is in Barcelona. The photographer, Joan Fontcuberta, created it with thousands of photos sent to him by readers of the newspaper El Periódico in early 2014.
The thrust behind the project was for each person to express their idea of freedom.
It’s called: “El món neix en cada besada” or “The world begins with every kiss.”
The kiss is the great opener and deal sealer.
Leading you into other realms.
You lock lips, swap spit—fluid exchange is actually a very sacred act—and see if this is a rhythm you can live with.
I found out about this gorgeous mosaic through my #thingsiliftwithmyvagina #eurotour contest, in which I asked readers to send in their picks of little-known gems in their cities.
This was one of them.
In this closeup, you can see the individual images that make up the mosaic. Pictures of all sorts of freedom and the beauty inherent in that.
I love it.
Here I am, lifting Salvador Dali’s Mae West lips.
So legendary and self-reckoned a figure was West, that Dali shaped a sofa in the form of her lips.
A friend of mine told me the story of the iconic, old-Hollywood building she used to inhabit in LA.
Mae West was once a tenant of the building. She had a habit of bringing home an assortment of male companions, some of different races.
This was a bone of contention with the management of the apartment, who would harass her about it.
So she bought the building and told them to fuck off.
Kicked them all out.
And proceeded to live her life as she wished.
The world begins with every kiss.