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Chronology of Timeless Bliss
Chronology of Timeless Bliss
These are stories of devotion, like the tale of a wife who risked the lash by dancing naked in the bazaar as rain poured from the parched sky when a boom of thunder resonated and dark clouds congregated overhead. Arcs of lightning cascaded downward as pearls of liquid floated down from the vault of the sky splashing lyrically.
She dreamed in mythical visions of pools of water filling the gaping rock holes. Floods of delightful cool liquid spread over sun-drenched yellow. Luscious streams of aqua stretched out reaching across in muddy fingers to bathe the wife in her earth-mother trance and touch her with moist caresses of sky water.
The head-priest spared her the whip because there was a legend among her tribe of the bird-spirit that took human form and danced nude in the plaza. The rain she brought made the crops grow green as when the earth was pristine and on fire with chlorophyll.
After the priest’s pronouncement, her husband adorned her hair in old faded flowers gathered from the valley of bones where they lay scattered by dry winds. Birds hovered circling their wings outstretched like God’s arms embracing the wind.
These are stories of devotion, like the tale of a wife who risked the lash by dancing naked in the bazaar as rain poured from the parched sky when a boom of thunder resonated and dark clouds congregated overhead. Arcs of lightning cascaded downward as pearls of liquid floated down from the vault of the sky splashing lyrically.
She dreamed in mythical visions of pools of water filling the gaping rock holes. Floods of delightful cool liquid spread over sun-drenched yellow. Luscious streams of aqua stretched out reaching across in muddy fingers to bathe the wife in her earth-mother trance and touch her with moist caresses of sky water.
The head-priest spared her the whip because there was a legend among her tribe of the bird-spirit that took human form and danced nude in the plaza. The rain she brought made the crops grow green as when the earth was pristine and on fire with chlorophyll.
After the priest’s pronouncement, her husband adorned her hair in old faded flowers gathered from the valley of bones where they lay scattered by dry winds. Birds hovered circling their wings outstretched like God’s arms embracing the wind.
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