Under influence,the object of affectionchooses destiny.
The seat of desireis the womb of creation,bringing heart to life.It’s through nature’s play,we express our inner most,giving form to voice.Carefree and playfulby right, the true self risesto birth the soul’s art
When all the baggagefluffs off and flies in the wind,you are free at last.
Earth is crowned in gold.Heaven wears a string of pearls.Mighty trees bow down.Nature will unfoldas majesty of old whirlsbreath into the sound.
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The Water Witch’s Daughter
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