Being a sensualist.

I consider myself a sensualist. 
I experience the world through my senses, with the intension to stay more and more out of the egoic trappings of my beautiful, yet sometimes quite cruel mind.
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Allowing it to do its thing but, stepping ever farther away from being controlled by it.
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The mind will tell us we need a never ending slew of things we don’t need, it will tell us we are not as amazing and wonderful as her & him, & him & her and omg I must be the absolute worse... & unpretty & unintelligent & untalented.
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Woah! Fuck that noise!
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As a sensualist I feel the exquisite sensations of the shower spray on my hands and body, I hear the sheets swish and slip against each other when I move them. I see the beauty in what is in-front of me & I have to moan my food tastes so good. When I touch myself my awareness is on the sensations between my hands & my body & what that is making happen all through my body.
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Consider whenever you can, what does it feel like inside my body? What is going on if I am just aware of what is happening right here, right now?
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Oooh, it’s good. It’s really good.
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