GOD I AM TAO CORE*
DELICIOUSLY ALIVE...
...THE Rx/ANTIDOTE FOR BECOMING
A PILLAR OF SALT
VIA PARALYZING PANIC**
THE SENSE OF PARALYZING PANIC
IS NOW…. ONLY ITS DEATH GASP
THAT SNAKE WAS ONLY A STICK
AS DELICIOUSLY ALIVE RESIDES/PRESIDES
WITH CONIUNCTIO’S COMPASSION AND KINDNESS
FOR ALL***
ew
5:50 AM-2/16/20
*See Read More Below Afternoon Photos
for all * Notes
DELICIOUSLY ALIVE...
...THE Rx/ANTIDOTE FOR BECOMING
A PILLAR OF SALT
VIA PARALYZING PANIC**
THE SENSE OF PARALYZING PANIC
IS NOW…. ONLY ITS DEATH GASP
THAT SNAKE WAS ONLY A STICK
AS DELICIOUSLY ALIVE RESIDES/PRESIDES
WITH CONIUNCTIO’S COMPASSION AND KINDNESS
FOR ALL***
ew
5:50 AM-2/16/20
*See Read More Below Afternoon Photos
for all * Notes
You are not too old and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out
its own secret.
~Rumi
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out
its own secret.
~Rumi
6:29 AM First Photo of the morning 
Above Photo is the second photo on this link/page:
https://aras.org/library/collections/special-collections/poetry-portal
https://aras.org/concordance/content/child-archetype-motif-hermaphroditism
https://aras.org/sites/default/files/docs/Zane.pdf
https://aras.org/library/collections/special-collections/poetry-portal
https://aras.org/concordance/content/child-archetype-motif-hermaphroditism
https://aras.org/sites/default/files/docs/Zane.pdf
a woman, my shadow/
reflection seated before me,/
sat composed, fighting/
the melody of rebellion/
chords in her elbows,/
her wrists lay curled/
and fingers faced her chin,/
she wore a black spandex/
dress, whose seams she constantly stretched/
toward her knee/
she made adjustments as I did my falling/
sweatpants, ether and threaded/
in gold, she mouthed/
a tall tale to me/...
...of men pulsing their breath/
into the back of her throat/
one hand chastising her neck/
palm to palm/
until her brain went numb
AKEEMA-ZANE
https://aras.org/sites/default/files/docs/Zane.pdf
reflection seated before me,/
sat composed, fighting/
the melody of rebellion/
chords in her elbows,/
her wrists lay curled/
and fingers faced her chin,/
she wore a black spandex/
dress, whose seams she constantly stretched/
toward her knee/
she made adjustments as I did my falling/
sweatpants, ether and threaded/
in gold, she mouthed/
a tall tale to me/...
...of men pulsing their breath/
into the back of her throat/
one hand chastising her neck/
palm to palm/
until her brain went numb
AKEEMA-ZANE
https://aras.org/sites/default/files/docs/Zane.pdf
AFTERNOON
Read More Below for * Notes from Morning Whisper
RSS Feed
