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**They loved each other with equal fervor, natural, he met her half way in everything, but was unaware never did they stop cuddling, still had own space he mended his ways when she said, something troubled her, they imbibed the spirit of "Half man half woman" the "Shiva-shakti" ideal, in the human form, they became. In their kind of love, there is no day and night, or distinction of body, mind or spirit the surrender was mutual and total, no going back from that, even the physical becomes supernatural then, so magical! It's a dance of resonant energies, perfectly synchronized they go up rung by rung on the ladder, to reach the perch at the zenith, from there the universe looks different, bathed in eternal silver light.**
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
A Man and a Woman, at the Zenith
**They loved each other with equal fervor, natural, he met her half way in everything, but was unaware never did they stop cuddling, still had own space he mended his ways when she said, something troubled her, they imbibed the spirit of "Half man half woman" the "Shiva-shakti" ideal, in the human form, they became. In their kind of love, there is no day and night, or distinction of body, mind or spirit the surrender was mutual and total, no going back from that, even the physical becomes supernatural then, so magical! It's a dance of resonant energies, perfectly synchronized they go up rung by rung on the ladder, to reach the perch at the zenith, from there the universe looks different, bathed in eternal silver light.**
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
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