Feral Lunacy: A Call For Awakening
BY AMANDA FIORINO Moonlight traces its way across the soft surface of clouds, wrapping around one side of the ponderosa and juniper rooted…
BY AMANDA FIORINO Moonlight traces its way across the soft surface of clouds, wrapping around one side of the ponderosa and juniper rooted…
BY EVA DE VOR I’m watching the magical albatross With her fluffy coat and clumsy step Waiting for the time to spread her…
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The way we perceive ourselves as separate, and removed from the enchanted world of doe and wolf is a sickness that you inherited of which you are only now coming to understand both the cause and the cure.
The road beneath appearing with effortless ease, and on it we will dance upon dust and stone. The scent of sweet sage will bless our hearts, giving us the desire to know more. More curiosity.
Show me how you get back up. Show me your grace and love. Your sweetness. Curled up tight against your heart. How you never let it go. Despite the heartbreaking work of being human.
F*ck the map and the GPS. You know the way. You always have. Tonight we’re heading straight into the uncharted terrain of you.