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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All of nature begins to whisper its secrets to us through its sounds. Sounds that were previously incomprehensible to our soul now become the meaningful language of nature.
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.
