The Olive Tree
It is no secret that I have been considered a Dom at times. Yes, I do dabble in the lifestyle of BDSM, and the level I dabble at, varies based on whatever relationship I am in and my partners comfort level with it. I have been told I do have skilled hands, and that I am well educated in the safety and pleasure aspect of the lifestyle. This does not make me a sex crazed, or ultra controlling individual. In fact I find I am more reserved and content than most. I value genuine intimacy, over simple fun.
With that said, let us examine the meat of this post. A poem a friend shared with me.
*** This is not written by me, but by an Unknown Author. I post it because it is beautiful. ***
A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that
to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain
should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic.
The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and
devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like
a large tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master
appeared rooted to the floor and his impressive size towered above her
like a giant tree. Then he began to speak...
I'm here for you... now and always no matter how far time and space
takes us... Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I
will not turn from you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from
you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you
regardless-- for my love is unconditional...
Like the olive tree that can both feed you and shade you, I am there
seemingly eternal to your short life on this earth.
If you need my fruit to feed your hunger I will give you all the fruit you need. If your skin
grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it
glisten. When you need comfort my leaves will gently caress your face
with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline my branches will correct
you when the wind blows strong. If you just need my shade to protect you
from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at
night my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you
need a refreshing breeze my leaves will fan you and cool you. You are my
When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of
life. When you kneel under me and till the soil, you give breath to my
roots. When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my
limping Branches. When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare
hands, you strengthen and humble me with your devotion.
Although my life will go on, life would not be the same without you.
Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and
nurtures my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little
reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart
and the tree gives to her heart all that he can!
I am planted firmly on the ground and cannot follow you if you walk
away from me.... But be assured I will survive. One hundred years later and
two of your lifetimes; I will still be there, waiting for you in the same
spot to offer you all that I do now.
Stay with me and be my gardener. You cannot get lost in me for we are
complementary to each other. I am your devotion, and you give meaning
to my existence. Apart we live life and survive; together we bloom eternally!
As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to
sleep at his feet. That night, he stood planted there like the Olive tree
offering her his unconditional love and protection as she slept. As she would
tend to him with her devotion the next day... and everyday thereafter!