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Write - untamed !    in fearless insecurity unconstrained by censure silence or petty malcontents seeking not   gratuitous affections embattled by honesty against oppression    voice dissent form - finds her beauty in a winding oaken staircase poetry - toils within each acorn crafting her spiraled ascent seek thy inmost pen     twitching  'neath bound skin in living script    DNA writes so mysteriously eloquent restring mind's bow    thoughts reified as arrows in ardent release    unwavering    let fly ! Artistry - true to thy own hearts intent ~~~~ A fallen acorn cannot imagine its life formed into a winding  oaken staircase. As the oak tree cannot love the artisan carpenter; a fallen world cannot conceive of what artistry God's Carpenter desires to craft within  us. geo.v  4/2015 A reading by: Horace (translated by Francis) "The wood-born race of men when Orpheus tam’d, From acorns, and from mutual blood reclaim’d. The Priest divine was fabled to assuage The tiger’s fierceness, and the lion’s rage."
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
Within Thy Acorn
Write - untamed !    in fearless insecurity unconstrained by censure silence or petty malcontents seeking not   gratuitous affections embattled by honesty against oppression    voice dissent form - finds her beauty in a winding oaken staircase poetry - toils within each acorn crafting her spiraled ascent seek thy inmost pen     twitching  'neath bound skin in living script    DNA writes so mysteriously eloquent restring mind's bow    thoughts reified as arrows in ardent release    unwavering    let fly ! Artistry - true to thy own hearts intent ~~~~ A fallen acorn cannot imagine its life formed into a winding  oaken staircase. As the oak tree cannot love the artisan carpenter; a fallen world cannot conceive of what artistry God's Carpenter desires to craft within  us. geo.v  4/2015 A reading by: Horace (translated by Francis) "The wood-born race of men when Orpheus tam’d, From acorns, and from mutual blood reclaim’d. The Priest divine was fabled to assuage The tiger’s fierceness, and the lion’s rage."
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
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