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Jeanette Winterson, from Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles, originally published in 2005
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Text ID: Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies ... Writing is for you, you are for you; your body is yours, take it.
Emerging
Stepping freshly from the cocoon
I can breathe now where there was no room
Legs weak from being tucked within
Stretch forth longing wondering where I begin
No need to crawl on my soft underside
My frame now transformed through the air I will glide
All that was hidden may now be explored
Sights to behold my vision restored
I will dance upon petals bursting with glory
And tasting their sweetness will now be my story
Hidden in me is the Song of Salvation
Where all that was lost brings forth new revelation
In a kaleidoscope of wonder with faith I now leap
Trusting all that I am in His care He will keep
by Kerrie Agosta May 8, 2013 9:16 am
As One
Pulled from the edges of sleep You draw Me unto yourself
Desire interrupts a slumber where reality and dreams are blurred
Passion entwines the landscapes of Our bodies
Warm contours beckon Our touch
We reach until We find ourselves lost in one another
 Breath upon breath leaves Us as One
Daylight breaks through the veil of our nakedness
We slip undercover and linger in the vast essence of knowing
Intoxicated in the consumption of My Beloved
I dream though I am wide awake
By Kerrie Agosta May 17, 2013 10:77 am
Si alza il vento... bisogna tentare di vivere.
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What's become of childhood dreams where dandelion crowns make way for queens
Where yellow sunshine sprouts with hope in fields where lover's hearts elope
Your generosity so grand, you scatter joy throughout the land
Upon the hillside flowers bloom and castles rise with opulent rooms
Where imagination plays and lives to dream another day
Oh Dandelion sweet... sewn far and wide who cursed your seed and hoped you die
What evil mocker should they say be cursed oh you this very day
Your bloom no more a flower be... a retched weed you there shall see
For those who's hearts believed the lie love grew cold beneath the sky
Queens and Kings grew up that day and set aside such childish ways
Yet Dandelion, strong she grew and sunk her roots so deep and true
Her tiny beauty would not budge she stood her ground without a grudge
In natures course she cast her bloom to softest orbs of white festoon
Where gentle breaths blew love a kiss and sent her seeds on winds of bliss
Oh promise land where there you bloom reveal your love where there is room
Melt the hearts that they may run back to you beneath the sun
Where anyone can dream so grand that curse no more shall have it's plan
Like Dandelion holding fast you too may know that love shall last!Â
Written by Kerrie Agosta
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âyou have to fall before you find yourselfâ, said the rabbit with one clock in the left hand.
âbut what if iâm afraid to fall?â, asked little alice leaning against the wall.
the rabbit looked right in her eyes and said, âworry not, little one. the fear is all in your head.
though itâs good to be scared, i will reveal the secret; therefor you know it matters and itâs worth it.
so donât be frightened to change, my dear.â, he speaks and takes her hand.
âwe all get lost sometimes and find ourselves in wonderland.â
But, I nearly Forgot You must Close Your eyes. Otherwise⊠You wonât see Anything, Alice.
,,Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop.â - the King of Hearts
âThereâs no use in trying. One canât believe impossible things.â âI daresay you havenât had much practice. When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day.â