With open heart and open ears. I breathe in His requests. They are my own,. I move at His behest. Pushing, shoving love aside. Another form of letting go is all. The draping raised to reveal. The divine back facing me. Of the one and only.

Like the air above the trees and of all the forests. And the thin air of the moons of Saturn, like the comets. Moving through the blind dark void. Hurtling towards things that are unknown. Burning in the atmosphere of a distant planet. Sucked into the black hole in the center of the galaxy. Like the parallel universes and the multiverses. And the theoretical universes and the theoretical fifth,. Sixth, seventh, eight, tenth, and eleventh dimensions. Moving faster the farther I go until.

On the eve of the new godgiven year, when the waters of the Inundation had subsided, leaving the ground visible, I slid in through the flames like a serpent cutting a path into sun. My soul, my own. I crawled through as a purling. Looking down into the mirrored steps I climbed I saw myself descending into the heights.

I Dared To Eat A Peach. The Writings and Musings of Margaret French. December 15, 2012 1 Comment. I am trying so unbelievably hard to cry. And I think it used to have a heartbeat. Nagging sensation, like something is missing. Like twenty heartbeats are missing. Like someone reached inside, twisted me up,. Scrambled eggs plucked out and thrown away,.

Middot; by The River Man. Middot; Leave a comment. By the time I was 14, I was a pretty big fan of marijuana and alcohol. I worked sporadically in the city as a porter to fund my interests, but often found myself running short for my next blunt. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.