Pan, Wild Free Earth & the Well of the Cosmic Womb

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Stillness finds me

body slowing

in my blood a heavy knowing

he can feel my waters run

danced by moon

raised by sun

around over and through

his veins

contours, peaks

his shores, his grains

of sand

solid rock

still, crafting hand

He can receive me

I am full

giving in, he feels the pull

surrenders to her

knowing love

gifted, presented from above

where deep within

the darkness

is what’s nourishing

blackest night

and deepest well

infinite blessings that you tell

mint, from your sweet lips

bosom, fingers, heart and hips

know your beauty

have not doubt

this flame lives not

without.

 

 

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