Women seem to be more naturally aligned to muses of nature; Wired more readily to a matrix, that men might more readily resist. To buy his way into this initiation... Which embody’s an apple that he must acquire in his search for meaning. This purely prudent man finally finds his Soul singularly salvaged by perseverance and abandon. This man must be able to develop an intuition for the threads that underlie all of his facts, and further, he must muster up the will to win over his comrades by creating a future worth fulfilling. That’s a high-masculine tale, ringing equally as true as a Feminine One I’ve heard; 🌿⁣⁣

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I heard there was a woman who wanders through the woods and walces naked between the trees. The guards ask me: Who is the wild woman pregnant by these ghosts? Full of gods she learns move through her. They coax her to sing and she sings the natural sounds that lead to harmony. ⁣Howling the homage of her sisters from the swamps;⁣

I see muses move through their mouths, Mauve I heard the swamp speaking highly of change.⁣

Waves came that day; welcomed anguish just allied by her voice... Which I saw she got to understand intimately, and by virtue of her unique blessings - kept transcending things. ⁣

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Possessing an aura — cleaned and passed over us all in a web of light; existing as a sensuality that secures the soul. In her life — Not giving up her subtle sense of solitude and spiritual sovereignty for family nor friends. She being naked and vulnerable and raw and scary and unbelievably in love. 🌸⁣⁣

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I saw and believed that was in me too. And so it is from then on, as I partook in that burden.⁣

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ADAM, ASCETIC, ARTIST 🍎⁣

APRIL 29 MMXX : 2020 🌺⁣