Curious Curves

In the petrified bone of my knowing is carved an ancient wisdom that

body on body
&
body on earth

are the truest forms of meaning.

As infinite beings encased in carbon, our senses are sacred roots bonding and binding and winding the experience of She to our smallest of cells. I experience Her boundlessness every time my hair is swept up with wind-whispers through trees. I experience Her divinity every time I cry out in rooted, deserved pleasure; ecstatic from the electric, pulsing stars swimming in my blood.

It's a spiritual art to be tapped into the temporal.
Present with the pounding of the heart as much as with Her rumbling heat below.

Ascension is over-rated.
I'd rather play in the mud.

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