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I I go to the forest.    He waits for me there. Lofty antlers, hooves planted. I climb into his mouth    into his belly.    I light a...

The holy speech, that which is Divine Spirit, the embodied Logos, is immortal. All of nature in paragraph, as indeed the secret song of...

No way to wander away from self-meditative glow: home sweet home where path/arrival has no where to go : mating unseen & beholding in the...