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Holding on to streams of water and standing atop the storm god's lion-bird.

How to ever define?
 Words seem to limit me, explanations steer away from the real-ness of such audacity.

Perhaps, the words of another must be supplanted. Will ideas open up?

To answer where I've been, I could say I had been overtaken by another.
 Here? I was evading responsibility and reactions.
 There? I had been reliving a process-a transformation- and not towards an end.
  Sometimes, the mere concept of "end" seems fallible. distorted.
 As human beings, living our "life," aren't we held from ever becoming aware of what an end really is?

I mentioned a long time ago, of a Divine Feminine coming to me. Does it matter what her name is anymore? Or what I knew to call her then? The name led me particularly in waves and circles. To arrive to another, but really the same.
Perhaps that is why the Earth Mother is known world-wide as the Great Recycler.
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Submitted on January 10, 2016

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