Healing Mystic Waters Floating motionless The stream leads to a divide beyond ...
I quell the rumors by the immortality of legend by making one of those streams into a sacred river ...
The depth of the caverns, measureless to kind, loving women, void of of turning back at the mouth for fear of running into difficulties, I know positivity does flow ...
Every one of these streams of discoveries I have floated on, and drank the quicksilver globules of creative women was never some fable waiting to be agreed upon ...
The simplest truth I can ever write will be flowing and charged with erotic romanticism ...
I know my chances of continuity, and what has arisen out of confrontation has some rumination of the making of me, a prolific soul of a long becoming ...
Like the water, I am a resource, not a commodity. I cannot be freely disposed of, subdivided, mined, or exploited ...
I have learned enough to want to give back to women for renewable life and health, the natural flow and continuity that it has in far simpler terms ...
Healing Mystic Waters Floating motionless The stream leads to a divide beyond ...
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman
Life is a living river that flows, like a graceful sacrament. And those who water others are themselves watered by the fluidity of their own souls. Give and it will be given to you, so the Bible says; a glorious expression of the life-cycle of water and those whose essence is liquid. WTG Sage. LOL Kate xx
Sage
Sometimes we have to go back to the mouth of the estuary ( Source ), to find the right fork in the river again....:)
You have done that successfully, and are renewing yourself in the healing ablutions of the Divine
I love that illustration, which underpins your spiritual regeneration and rebirth
Gotta love it !
Love and Peace
Peter
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Sometimes we have to go back to the mouth of the estuary ( Source ), to find the right fork in the river again....:)
You have done that successfully, and are renewing yourself in the healing ablutions of the Divine
I love that illustration, which underpins your spiritual regeneration and rebirth
Gotta love it !
Love and Peace
Peter
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