my knees are bent for you my skin is quiet I shed drops of Witnessing into the waiting of your hands
the shadows have ascended silver rays reflected your world is becoming it is in all the voices
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There is no psychology; there is only biography and autobiography.
The large-scale context for the writings on this site have been fantastically summed up by Richard Tarnas' Tale of Two Suitors.
It's only four pages and should indicate the state of mind and being from which I am attempting to work.
