In a few short hours... I will be deep into the green foothills of Naplandia. It is my custom nowadays... to take daily horizontal respites in this manner. It is a part of my full-time discipline of alchemical regeneration... now that I don't do anything else... that I can put into words... well... besides writing these posts.
Days belong to The Divine in all his shining Sun-God glory... its tiny counterpart is concealed within our envelopes of flesh, in a thrumming resonance with that star-gate portal... between the spiritual and material world... which is The Sun.
Nights belong to The Divine Mother and all that we are heir to... through her marvelous beneficence; the romance that flows from her loving heart, and the moon globe crown and stars... upon her head... that radiate the music and poetry she inspires... in those who are fortunate enough to awaken to it and hold still for it to pass through them. She is... as well... a dark fire within The Earth, and from her ceaseless magic... springs all that is green and life-sustaining.
She dances, and all the colors of The World stream from her fingertips and eyes. Centuries ago she was bound by dark spells... and since... she has been tormented day and night, BUT has yet to give up any of her deeper secrets.
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