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Blue sky,
New sky,
New trees and grass
And sidewalk.
No smoke, no fire
hold hands when we feel
tired
of walking, of waiting
in lines
and g..
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My yoni, my temple,
my gates of flesh.
Here is where I become
the Creator, the Mother.
Here is where I become a
fruitful Earth, a
Hollow gou..
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Today I shed my skin.
Took a breath and blew away, a
dandelion puff in the wind.
Today I let go of yesterday,
unclenched my hands
and let it ..
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My eyes are closed,hair floating freely in a dark halo around my head.I am buoyed up on warm currents-- the gentle nudging hands of this female elemen..
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Losing your hunger for God.
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Pastor Luis's sermon over losing your hunger for God.
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I wrote this today because of a gift I recieved from my significant other.
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Quite literally. A dream I had.
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I wrote this today with no revision yet. I was upset and it felt like things around me were circling and closing in.
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I wrote this on the spur of the moment, on a night when I really just wanted to be by myself.
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