I was inside a pearl. It’s round and clean inside. It reflects what state my mind is in. Its walls are thin and its light is transparent.
I am with her in ancient Egypt where walls are ivory white and there’s linen to shield me from the god of Sun - bright and dark, Rah. It’s her with me, mother, queen.
ვერა, ზანდუკელი, სიცხე, მწვანე ხეები, სახლი დიდი სპილოსძვლისფერი კედლებით. ფანჯრები დადარაბები, დაბზარული საღებავით.
Inherently good.
მახსოვს ხორცის სახსრების სიწითლე და ყავისფერი, წებოვანი სისხლი.
რძე. მე ვარ რძე და მისი შვილი.
თეთრი ქვიშა, დაბადება ქვიშაზე. მე წყლისა ვარ, მშვიდი და ღრმა.
ჩემი სახელი ჟღერს როგორც მარგალიტის ფერი.
Made peace with my name, it is perfectly mine.
The sun was made out of a giant pearl and the galaxy was the mother of sun.
I am son of Helios, god of Sun, shepherd of seven herds of his pearl white oxen.
Goddess of forest: your body is like a forest and you are a keeper. You tend to your muscles like the soil, like animals they require to be nurtured, grown, developed, trained. You tend to your joint like branches of trees, soothe them with kisses and saliva. You take care of your mind like you take care of the sunlight that reaches into the forest - let it rest of some surfaces and let it never see the depth of others.
Your hips are clenched up like a clam wings. They will only open up once the pear is ready to be born.
You are the most advanced being you’re going to know. No need to be loved. Appreciate your skin and bones.
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