Meet me in the waves so we can gently rock upon the sand
and fall upon each other within the darkness of the deepest sea
and give to the ocean her song of stillness
Let us sway with her sea grass like a flag of beauty that she brings to battle
For every mountain swallowed within her is but a grain of sand placed in an oyster shell
Even the islands will be her gown upon our wedded bliss
Her rains will come to the highlands and bear down fruit of many trees
Though man will divert the rivers and dam the flows
Oh the patience of the water will break down and erode every low place to deep canyons
We will pool and calm the lake waters until it is clear like a crystal ball in our hands
I am not sure that if a demon were to manifest right before me in such horrific detail that I would be affected as much if I found myself alone in desolation. Not really afraid of the dark as much I am fearful of what the full light could show. I wanted to speak to myself for just a moment. Do you do that, talk to that person that is always talking in your head? I have lots to say, when I can get a word in between the chatter. You should never believe the lesser men that espouse to teach the lessons of the great masters of the past. They smell of hypocrasy and there is potential dangers of the mass of humanity, the dullness, colorless, boring; the masses are the final tyrants on monotony. It is the primitive power that can be the cage of your power. Do you ask your Self these questions, when you are alone in the car or in the dark? How powerful are you and what are you really? You are not to ask of God, gods, spirits or ancestors, nor rely on them your whole life. They might help yo
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