afloat within a barren womb

[farheavens]

The day has risen slowly, cerulean blue painfully pushing it's way through the clenched grip of the black water, the gods' eternal chase of sun and moon too strong even for the sky's reluctance to affect more then a brief parenthesis in the everlasting routine. The waves low and barely capped, tiny white tips catching the morning light in

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[undershadows]

*speachless*

[czad_vapid]

daath the guard, we, the baser, will ne'er know the supernal. but you must know you can leave the mother's arms. pathwork. & when that path leads to yesod, it becomes much less than work.

dear binah, i guess in that sense, we are all saturn's child. what was goya thinking? >;}

-cv.

[farheavens]

My pathworking skills are basic. The doing is never the difficult thing for me...my problem is the bridge between the willing to do and the doing...the slender cord that, once cut, will release my will into action, to tangibly manifesting itself.

In short, I have problems leaving mother's arms, despite my wings being full grown.

[czad_vapid]

take the sword.

charge the gates.

the gate will bend.
the gate will bow.

-cv.

[salamalek]

farheavens-uriel; added.

[-pierre.]

[v1kt0r1a]

i just wanna tell you that i ADORE your writing style...

[farheavens]

Thanks! I aim to please. Well, actually I aim at the stars and usually wind up hitting slightly above the belt, but what can you do...we're all mortal, right?

[v1kt0r1a]

yep! beautifully so...