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The Rape
Tonight I dreamt that you trapped me in
a room.
You swore that, before the end, you'd possess
every part of my body in every conceivable way,
frightening
and exciting me.
You gave me no choice, no options for resistance,
no escape.
My belly was your bed, you anointed
me with sweat,
rocked me in the cradle of your legs.
I burned, I wept.
All my mad destructive longings made flesh
from
random words
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Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval.
1920.
The
Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And
sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because
it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had
worn them really about the same,
And
both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh,
I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I
doubted if I should ever come back.
I
shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two
roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And
that has made all the difference.
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
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Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading
away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And
around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will
but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the
close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.
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"In the space of one hundred and seventy-six years the Lower Mississippi
has shortened itself two hundred and forty-two miles. Therefore ... in the Old Oolitic Silurian Period the Lower Mississippi
River was upward of one million three hundred thousand miles long... seven hundred and forty-two years from now the Lower
Mississippi will be only a mile and three-quarters long... There is something fascinating about science. One gets such wholesale
returns of conjecture out of such a trifling investment of fact."
Mark Twain
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Two Wolves
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a
battle that goes
on inside people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between two
"wolves" inside us all.
One
is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret,
greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies,
false
pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility,
kindness,
benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and
then asked his grandfather:
"Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
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Spider archatype role: The Weaver; Lesson: Balance;
Element: Earth;
Test: Quest Within; Medicine: Illusion
Spider can help teach: Communication, Creativity,
Divine - Inspiration, Illusion,
Balance, Nurturing Instinct,
Mystery, Wisdom and Magic.
~Navajo Creation Story ~
"In the beginning, there was the dark purple light at
the dawn
of being. Spider Woman spun a line to form
the east, west, north, and south. Breath entered man
at the time of the yellow
light. At the time of the
red light, man proudly faced his creator.
Spider Woman used the clay of the earth, red, yellow,
white,
and black, to create people. To each she
attached
a thread of her web which came from the doorway at
the top of her
head. This thread was the gift of
creative wisdom. Three times she sent a great flood to
destroy those who had forgotten
the gift of her
thread.
Those who remembered floated to the new world and
climbed to safety through the Sipapu Pole
the womb of
Mother Earth."
I have always maintained we are all connected by silken
threads.If you would
like the full version of this .... and I
recommend it .... please ask me for it.
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