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It is storming out...and within... The type that rattles the soul and stirs the senses... And, within me, my own tumultuous sea roars, rages...rises... I relate... to the wind... Whirl ...with the waters... Crash... with the the thunder... Alive ...with the lightning... We are kindred...This bewitching night and I... The sensual staples of a cavernous soul are never truly enough... Mere sustenance... is not satisfaction... Wanton ...not well-wished... Part... far from plenty... And as we reel with the reeds...Twirl with the treetops...Mingle with the mud of the earth... I am grounded...undone and whole...a walking, talking paradoxical phantom... To connect to a Mother Earth...when mother-less...I am home...as if in the womb... And as the floods of ambiguous emotions recede...pull upon my being... My ankles tingle...my soul mingles...with humanity once again...the calm and calamity... Oh, How I miss the stormy sensations of Oneness...It is as if to scale the height of the seas themselves... And reality...it's  bitter bottom...
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
We are Kindred...This Bewitching Night and I...
It is storming out...and within... The type that rattles the soul and stirs the senses... And, within me, my own tumultuous sea roars, rages...rises... I relate... to the wind... Whirl ...with the waters... Crash... with the the thunder... Alive ...with the lightning... We are kindred...This bewitching night and I... The sensual staples of a cavernous soul are never truly enough... Mere sustenance... is not satisfaction... Wanton ...not well-wished... Part... far from plenty... And as we reel with the reeds...Twirl with the treetops...Mingle with the mud of the earth... I am grounded...undone and whole...a walking, talking paradoxical phantom... To connect to a Mother Earth...when mother-less...I am home...as if in the womb... And as the floods of ambiguous emotions recede...pull upon my being... My ankles tingle...my soul mingles...with humanity once again...the calm and calamity... Oh, How I miss the stormy sensations of Oneness...It is as if to scale the height of the seas themselves... And reality...it's  bitter bottom...
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
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