A calling to rejoice us from which weve grown. I can faintly hear her passive voice, as I stare into the wisp. Beyond all reasonable choice. She speaks from the extension which Ive grown, as these vine structure our flesh and bones. Tribal mind, muladhara vibrates and chimes; Defusing. Hues of red my cosmic roots have now aligned. Constellation of my primitive design integrated at the base of my spine. Treasure of this holistic glow, vibrant colors honor its cosmic home.
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