Pregnantly Poems - Poems about Pregnantly

...Within soil's silent phrases love would love to find flesh hearing what Earth repeated timelessly amused again with pregnant pauses You know how touching feels yet can't articulate sacred Mot......

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...Deep sleep seems to be a figment of my ruminating imagination Just as my polypathic sex life seems to be a fading figment of dark penetrative and glad light receptive co-passionate re-ima......

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...Animistic animated health designing intelligence, dynamically changing emerging PoliCulture's wealth Is rooted in economic and political experiential consciousness derived from, and arrivin......

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...The monthly lunch crowd reinvented our Elder Journey Association traveling together toward renewal, resilient restorative justice, resonant co-redemption, revival of reconnecting through this ......

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...If you are a Zen Buddhist a Taoist, where past wealthy resonance interdependently governs global developing history with resilient future health projections, If you are a Zeroist, or an in-be......

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...We believe in truths we empathically ecopolitically humanely nutritionally trust. We grow therapeutic faith in empathic trusts too peacefully pregnantly beautiful to not become true, one d......

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...Of all vocations calling each of us perhaps it is this final ecopolitical stage most arduous. To reflect with full integrity, both Left dominant hubris history with Right-recessed notnot full ......

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...Basic Attendance, listening deeply to the sounds and functions flows and forms of nature's voices, human nature's moving choices evolve from panentheistic roots toward win/win co-empathic, vul......

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...Time's natural evolutionary purpose and revolutionary EarthTribal meaning is primordial eco-centric gratitude for being, as compared to human nature's language of becoming some intent we are not......

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...The Spirit of the Valley never dies. It is called the Mystic Female. The Door of the Mystic Female Is the root of Heaven and Earth. Continuously, continuously, It seems to rem......

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...I am an akward talker Especially when I cannot see the eyes Behind the bush Of so much distance Liquid like a sea Or the voice halts Hesitant Too tired to run from me Too bored to stay Go flat And wa......

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...time is a landscape , essence is a river, flowing nearly infinite through the barren greenness of it. without dams, though many rapids, twists, and turns and waterfalls, where ones pulse races lik......

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...Why should I worship you? If I need to die innocently, Why should I respect you? If you should rape me pregnantly. Why should I honour you? If you shall kill me decently? I am pointing you, Be......

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