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::Azucena::

In the beginning…

There was no “in”.

There was no “the”.

There was no “beginning…”

Without form, yet pure and tranquil. Forever nameless. Nonetheless, I must speak of this beginning without end, of this paradoxical is-ness embedded in the matrices of ancient consciousness.

God, what was happening to me? I thought Marie-Rose said this would be harmless. If by harmless she meant being thrown into a maelstrom of mysticism to the point of not knowing your ass from a hole in the fabric of space-time, then I supposed she was right.

Oh, he better be worth it.


Submitted: July 10, 2008

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Classy Peach

matrices of ancient consciousness...my fav.

ALso...I say this often "Oh, he better be worth it" OFTEN!

Perfect, such few words leave such huge indentations.

Fri, July 11th, 2008 1:52pm

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Thanx so much. It's good to see I'm not so off track. Writing from a woman's point of view is one of the biggest challenges I've encountered in writing. The men's point of view is easy: food, beer, sex, sleep... =)

Sat, July 12th, 2008 11:26am

AllisonHanks

i wish i knew what it felt like to be nothing. or maybe what i felt like to just...be.

Thu, January 15th, 2009 4:39pm

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Very zen-like, I imagine.

Thu, January 15th, 2009 3:19pm

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