Winter Blossom

Imagery

Having given up on his usual Meditation Routine seeing as he couldn't achieve silence for more than a few minutes, he instead decided to revert back to an old routine he thought might work.   It was a technique he had used when he was first learning to meditate and it was one he taught to his younger Disciples in order to still the mind chatter.

Creating an inner world was the best way to achieve silence from outside interference because the mind is forced to concentrate on building what essentially becomes a place of comfort and therefore peace.  His inner world as a child contained all manner of things he had enjoyed but could not fully participate in because of his youth, so in his inner world, there were forbidden things he allowed himself the full pleasure of experiencing.  It may not have been real, but in his childish mind, it was and from his inner world, he eventually found the peace the older Disciples found for themselves.

And as he grew older, those forbidden things began to change as his body and mind changed, things he knew he would be punished severely for if his father found out how he was meditating.  Only being desperate to throw the Goddess from his mind, he had completely forgotten about those things as he prepared to change his breathing technique to a slow and steady rhythm of inhale and exhale.

Now bringing that world back into focus, he was surprised at how easily it all came back to him.  As a youth, there had been all manner of forbidden things he was banned from experiencing and one of those things was the Kama Sutra book his father had hidden in the archives.  He had stumbled on it when he had been sent down to clean the ancient texts.  Hidden among a pile of unread Mortal History books, Mo Yuan had spent hours pouring over the pages, and he even offered to clean the archive for weeks until the reason was eventually discovered by Di Jun, but he had read enough of it to commit every picture to memory.

On entering his old inner world, the first thing he noticed immediately was the woman who was perched naked on a swing waiting for him to push her.  He had purposely placed her at the entrance to his world because in his youth, she was the only reason why he entered that world.

 She had no face, because in the book, it didn't dwell on the faces of the women, only their bodies and positions, and because he had not known any women to give her one which was the point of the book, her face remained blank.  One was meant to give her the face of ones desire and the moment he looked at her, the unknown Goddess instantly appeared.

Realizing that this technique was not going to assist him at all, he almost left, only the sultry way the Goddess was looking at him and the sudden opening of her legs had his feet stilling in their tracks.  Furious at himself for forgetting this aspect of his inner world, he forced is eyes to move even if his feet couldn't.

His inner world was filled with familiar features that he was used to seeing.  The lotus pond was there along with the dais that sat to the side of it.  Also the many fountains and rock pools he enjoyed bathing in.  He had also included the small toys he used to love playing with including kites and a rubber ball that he would spend hours kicking at his fathers imaginary meditation cave just to see if his unruliness could actually affect his father in real life.  Though of course it didn't.

He also had gardens filled with beautiful flowers, trees that reached the sky and birds of every colour and hue that came and went randomly.  His inner world was lovely, and it was a place he had found peace.  That was until the day he installed a naked woman on a swing.

Now watching her warily, the old movements he remembered from when he first installed her, soon had his breathing coming in short sharp pants.  Not moving an inch as the familiar way her legs spread out on the swing or the way her hand playfully caressed her own breast, Mo Yuans mind unraveled very quickly.  He had not intentionally meant to give her the Goddesses face, but he had and the longer his eyes remained on the erotic way she began to writhe all over the swing, the more he could feel his reserves slipping.