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#numinous
In an early numinous, you broke the clouds, Each word a path in a memory she shrouds, Beads in you, a rosary I worship an into you Your presence on a vine, god dripped a dew Your spirit, power permeating force in place An idea holy, sacred, feel the lines your face, Mysterium tremendum et fascinans a beauty Delicate, moves a world your temple in a sea A quiet shiver of meaning lost soft in her kiss In a simple calm, barefoot, all our days amiss, The light beyond a window something inside Gentle in a whisper wind curves veils unhide Lust me in the morning burns away the night Strips away thrumming two breaths in a light I feel like I've already known you, stretch out, Trembles in the wary Oceans Mountains tout.
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Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
In an Early Numinous
I want to struggle. I want to fear. To have certainty that growth is near.
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
numinous
In pursuit of an elusive harmony      summer nights rolled away from us      reverberating into a numinous bass line      while reconciling our dreams      with a burgeoning truth Flustered with desire      and walking in a non-ordinary reality. Lost within the Source     of all there is and ever was. We re-animated     navigating through portals unexplained      to retrieve this love We plied our differences into commonality      and re-aligned our fractured selves using the agency      of synchronicity - having found      an immutable archetypal truth      and having found from where our self-portraits flow Much more than soul mates, Plato      offers stories of Zeus splitting souls in half      as punishment for pride.      In this incarnation, have we found humility?      Will this be enough to carry us back to nobility?      It is challenging to find your way back      into a lover's arms. Mistakes haunt us eternally (if we allow for that)      but every morning if we awake      and let go, using the suns setting and rising as a reminder that      with experience, guidance, and repetition ... it gets easier My half soul      awoke as my mortality decomposed      when half becomes one, then the real turmoil begins      from the shores of St. Mary, Raven calls      and I follow my destiny into an Obsidian Night
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
Obsidian Nights (a)