Churning, yearning, burning with desire
laying silent and waiting…still as death
the heat begins from nowhere, and from everywhere…
the trigger pulling back further and further, impossible slow motion-like a nightmare
‘till power like the sun erupts within.
Mysteries beyond our understand play havoc if we ask the ‘whys’, our understanding infinitely meager, our knowledge but a speck of dust.
Churning, yearning, burning with desire- swelling, welling, laying silent,
pressure building, bursting, the magick is released, and life continues unabated.
The seed released now grows within the mothers womb, one day to break her bonds and travel ever upwards toward the sun and sky, till more seeds fall….
Durk Simmons 2006
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