Ignition

"Ignition"
Magic sits with you you wait and you listen for messages from the other side this is true this addiction impressive you write her your gift you whisper words as you write, she sees you, she listens very close always present you can't see her, she's missing you write him his riff some ephemeral missive he is in accord, in his truth, he is implicit a ghost sits with you empathically diligent you look at life and wonder where it is wiping away the tears you cry then you grieve she sighs phantom sighs he looks over his shoulder there is no one there yet he smiles passion fire reigns in your hands you hold it in close to move all the wild horses you whisper ever nearer towards you sentences, corrals to be open in all your fierce dreams, you hold onto believe wild creatures can never be tamed they must of their own free will come to you they shall advance; Love’s gift always commands picture this vision the world lives inside you asleep not yet risen within you the dormant key waits for its driver it anxiously turns like a fretting child in its sleep woken ignition to drive off the plateau no longer asleep without fear of Love into the Deep (LadyLabyrinth / 2021) gvlm kobi, moonie
“Love of Strings” / Moby https://youtu.be/tdo7s16l04g
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.” D.H. Lawrence
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April 23, 2021 at 3:09 PM
A mother's love is never ending
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April 23, 2021 at 3:11 PM
digging Moonlight's heart...we were meant to be. A very special pussycat. She is mine and I am hers, my major romance - my daughter, Georgia. x
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April 22, 2021 at 7:11 AM
Superb!
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April 22, 2021 at 7:36 AM
Woke. Namaste. x
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April 22, 2021 at 6:22 AM
Beautiful ~
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April 22, 2021 at 6:42 AM
Thank you Line. Humanity is not just about race and colour. What we fail to comprehend, is that we hold the fate of every other living creature in this world, in our hands.
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