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Womb
Circular Darkness. Deep within lies our soul’s container. Our wombs hold our dreams and the cosmic artwork we will call forth. Tied to the moon a cycle of death and rebirth occurs within us in...
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The Lone Walker
The lone walker going by the war-field, Without nothing that could be used for a shield. He was there weeping for the ones that have gone, Silently with no noise what he did was moan. He lost...
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Late Bloomer
Where did your spirit get buried? Why did you abort that dream? Your womb is the seat of your soul, your creativity tomb and without purpose it will cave in on itself. We wonder why our light won’t...
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Trespasser
The well was cool and nourishing and deep, but years ago in an act of courage and defiance, you moved the heavy stone across the opening, allowed the thorny branches to grow over and around it, so that...
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