Makes me think of May Day celebration as a kid and we all held streamers wove in and out of each other around the May pole.of course it was all very beautiful when we were all spread out, but as the maypole weave grew tighter, it was not as beautiful as it was when we started. If that isn't openly sexual, what is?
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
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June in Oz
Makes me think of May Day celebration as a kid and we all held streamers wove in and out of each other around the May pole.of course it was all very beautiful when we were all spread out, but as the maypole weave grew tighter, it was not as beautiful as it was when we started. If that isn't openly sexual, what is?
I admit, you got me with that post title! :-)
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