һѧṿє ғѧıṭһ ıṅ Ԁєѧṭһ

Horn

I am the eternal hunt.  Always seeking always forming.

I am the eternal prey.  Already dead  already infinite.

My visceral potential overflows, Spontaneous activity manifests and throughout all universes it plays.

Nothing in existence interrupts my celebration  Because nothing in existence is apart from Me.

I am the Sun at High Noon and I am the Sun at Midnight.

And I am Her servant.

The dying God dies and from Her is reborn.

Maiden Mother Crone She is all that is desired,  needed, and feared.

Like the moon who seduces the sea’s undulating body, So the Goddess moves all by Her gravity, Her very Void.

What is left to do? Hunt and be hunted.  Consume and be consumed.  It is the celebration.

Even now all of creation revels in union’s bliss.

El Pescao - Buscando El Sol

No confío en la gente que no se ama y me dice ‘te amo’. Hay un refrán africano que dice: “ten cuidado cuando una persona desnuda te ofrece una camisa

Maya Angelou

(vía https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j741TUIET0)

Los hombres vulgares han inventado la vida de sociedad, porque les es más fácil soportar a los demás que soportarse a sí mismos

Arthur Schopenhauer

¡Y más vale romper un vínculo que bajar la cabeza y mentir!

F. Nietzsche (via danzanpalabras)