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| a Sacred Journey |
All the holy places are taken up by storms of revolution, intellectual discourse, and replaced by stone buildings scattered throughout metropolitan areas the world over. She, the Beautiful, is at home in the original places of Sacredness. She is in the body, and the body is a holy place. It isn't a temple. It is a form. It is story formed around a concept of containment of what cannot be contained, but will submit to being retained, or boxed if one so wishes it. The life force of Sacred Things is the essence formless, yet tangible, intangible but somehow we hold onto it when making love to our mate, eating our food to nourish our body, and when we need to draw, or create art our bodies come alive with the tingling feeling of potential, and promise and our sexual energies come in to play, and play they do somewhere between masturbation and the orgasms that topple over the misconceptions of permanence, and stability, and form. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.26.13
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| crater of Lake Oregan by Black Rememberyourancestorslove |
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