Long We have been separated, Love,
Though in the Dawn of Existence we Kissed Each Other Sweetly.
Born of One Spirit,
Lingering in Breathless Anticipation, 697 more words
Words about words about magic, and the idea of magic, as an alphabet is a kind of weaving and mysterious interlacement of characters that are marked in modern times, and meaning that is embedded far deeper than the letters themselves; it’s the breathing of them, the marking of them, that says something to the other forces in the world. 1,487 more words
My mind likes to jump around when I am thinking, which makes beginnings somewhat difficult and this is certainly no exception to that particular foible. Predominently, I intended this to be included in “Salt in the Unguent” as a commentary fresh on ‘the day of’ however not only have my attempts to do so grown far beyond a reasonable size for that particular purpose, the commentary no long strictly discusses the original topic because in following some advice I was given post-“Olives of Asperity” the scope of the topic has broadened more than slightly. 1,377 more words