all paths lead to the same place
gather, lather, rinse...
standing still in awe
(everything and forever)
( f a n t a s y )
flapping bird s e e m s like all the rest
s e a m i n g
all cups over floweth to the sea
w h e r e a r e h e r f e e t ?
the firmest grasp mustly loosen
slack tide brings n o s h e l l s
the revealing is l o n g
epic adoration in swoon s o n g
don't wait too long
((( g o n g )))
"She haunts my dreams. I must have Her. And if I cannot, I will dream another. I’ll dream of whom I choose, a hundred other goddesses if I wish."-tarot of the crone