I Drink you in, Nostalgic Pain Wax and Wane, Maiden to Mother to Crone Dreams that I die in, I miss you already Dance through my sacred halls Buried deep within my bones With grace to match the Queen of Seraphines Scepter Of Gold annointed with water from the Lake of Spirits and the kaliedescope turns from amber to gold Fetal eyes too small to see know too well the breathtaking warmth of bathing on the surface of The All In One The Purity in all that Is
this is fantastic, Akasha... very rich images you've wrought! impressed, i am... Thanks for sharing this
I see them all dancing inside of you. I enjoyed the wide open spaces btwixt your causal images. This is a shimmering offering of perception.
