The Rage of the Earth is a Love Song. She sings to us in howling 70 mph winds… she plows her own Vulva with Cyclonic energy Vortexes. Rains drench and soak and flood and render useless all machinations against her Natural Beauty and Purpose and Flow.
The Rage of the Earth is a Love Song. Blistering cold temperatures enable beautiful climactic scenes of warmth and fire… we cleave to the bosom of our Beloved… entombed in our Sanctuary. We await the Respite of the Well Spring…
The Rage of the Earth is a Love Song. Arid heat scorches the Air, and Sky, and Earth, and all that Matters around you. An Abundant Solar Infusion, welcomed Intrusion in our Cold Stagnant Lives.
The Rage of the Earth is a Love Song… all her whispers and teasing ever pleasing to the Skin. Whatever realm therein, you will find her Smiling. Waving and Beckoning you to delve into her wisdom and Truth. To emerge renewed of all you thought you Knew.
The Rage of the Earth is a Love Song. Fearful Humans take cover from the Wrath of the Mother, as if hiding will spare. Emboldened we dare erect structure against her vast canvas… competition in vain with the Majesty She Maintains effortlessly. Yet we cleave to the bosom of our Beloved… entombed in our Sanctuary… we await Respite of the Well Spring.”
Writing is my Joy and Pleasure. I've been writing creative pieces, analytic pieces and empirical pieces since I learned how! The Logos is the Eros to me. <3