He holds Her steady and solid is the unshakable sturdy of this hard Earth. Yet She moves and spins violently with a white grace of the dove and flying is for the foolish— this embrace sings swells of lashes and clashes so loud and alive we find God here— where He holds Her unabashed and free.
I recently read a passage that sparked a new perspective: it suggested that masculine energy teaches us how to
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