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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "A Mother" An angel planted itself in the womb of the world for a short while a mother carries humanity trying to heal her wounds the chalice of her ocean earthed bleeds life for all it is worth Gaia cries but she is so much stronger vibrating dimensions higher uncut in the heart solid and so much stronger than any god a mother ascending dimensions higher (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) gvlm "Viðrar vel til loftárása" / Sigur Ros https://youtu.be/gwkcdRE6JEY “I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I’m a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Inside it is a space, huge as the sky at night and dark and curved like that, though black-red rather than black.” “The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups but chalices; thrusting themselves up, to what end? They are, after all, empty. When they are old they turn themselves inside out, explode slowly, the petals thrown like shards.” “Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.” “Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time. “I think that this is what God must look like: an egg. The life of the moon may not be on the surface, but inside." “I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will.” “We have learned to see the world in gasps.” “...like a pathway through a forest, like a carpet for royalty, it shows me the way”. “And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.” (The Handmaid's Tale/Margaret Atwood) Viðrar vel til loftárása (Alternative Ending)/ Sigur Ros https://youtu.be/re999Tgj3ns
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