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    ((k Im not much of a writer but I intend to create a book of visions currently held by Silverboots in Drake'Hus. Sadly since Im not a real life prophet I invite anyone that would like to weave in some vague intentions into my writings for the future to pm me. Im doing this in a sort of Pslams fashion and will be writing more of what is contained within the tome written during my captivity in Aquilonia as I get time. With permission of OSD Ill have also hidden several parchments within their prison floorboards. Ultimatly some of these writtings will have another purpose yet revealed. I actually wrote this in a city called Khemisset yesterday...hah))

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    Warm skin rose and fell as his eyes caressed her
    She, so soft, peace within her
    Drinking, he tasted the sweet oasis of Khemisset
    She embraced him, tightly
    Her devotion, more than maternal.
    His love, more than spiritual.
    Oh my heart allow my tongue to speak
    True words of devotion.
    Allow my fingers to bring her pleasure
    Whitetops kneeding her shores in pure adoration
    Wave after wave
    Blind me to all others. I am hers alone.
    Allow me to serve, forever.
    Taking her from me is worse than death.
    Turn her burning ray from me
    When her Sun rises high, shade me in her love.
    And where her golden skin turns brown
    Flax and eucalyptus grow lush
    A trickle of pleasure turns to rush
    The delta that brings life untouched
    Or so I dream to dull the pain of truth
    For the waters are poisoned by those that come
    Polluted by the north winds that drive the monsoon
    They turn her youth dry and leave nothing
    They remain strong and rise
    A white errection of limestone
    Forged upon the back of rugged granite
    The formation is poised and cut
    Honed in the perverse the granite entwined with the lime
    Now they desire you my love
    I am ready to kill them
    Ready to stop the penetration of the sacred
    I am ready to weild steel and sinew
    Rock and stone
    To unleash the demons and the devils
    Let them feel my untempered cry
    For love.

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    Together we walked to the tomb
    You were with me
    We passed the burial guard unseen
    Together we embraced beneath the sky of Nut
    The sarcophagus was empty
    Now it bore two
    The fit was tight but warm
    The stone cradled us only permitting the slightest thrust
    Together we scaled the ice
    You were with me
    Past reindeer and wolf we crossed the northern frost
    The smell of your hair sweet as we danced
    Your smile reflected
    You were with me in the abyss
    The magic waters encircled us within the ancient cave
    Carved by the waters of Ibis, Set in another land
    There two became three
    I was with you when the Star Life burst from the womb
    She shown upon the land
    Three became one
    Am I with you now?

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    Horses gallop harder
    They smell the musk of a storm
    Burning amber
    The horizon is lost as sand merges sky with land
    Crops are covered with sackcloth
    The undulating greenery now silenced
    A floodplain dike is broken
    The fertile soil recently planted, flooded
    Soon the herald will arrive
    The finger of God bringing the ancient
    Erasing the present
    She takes her child and runs
    Her long, dark hair twists and dances
    He is the charmer
    Into the desert, no fear of death
    Fleeing the safety of her covered hut
    The tempest calls to her
    He sings the prayer of the faithful
    Lifting her upon the Great Pryamid
    The resting place of the ancients now their footstool
    The cyclone intensifies.
    Soil and water, fire and sprit churn
    Reborn and refreshed
    She cries out for God
    Rain falls softly, anointing them, washing them from sin
    Along with the land they are now sanctified and purified
    Ready to begin the work of God
    Ready to unify his chosen people
    Divine union.

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    The anticipation
    A red sun rising painted white clouds with the hena of a new day
    She led me to the altar
    Today was the day we would join together to create something eternal
    Something beautiful
    She loved me. She was my master.
    I followed blindly watching her hips as the sway.
    She was the future.
    The pain of the past melted as her arms embraced me
    One final time
    My smile weakened a bit as I saw her withdraw from her sheath my wedding gift
    Ah, she knew I loved ancient weapons!
    She knew how much they meant to me!
    They were a connection to the power of our people
    An true form of expressing the unification of man, nature and god
    I smiled as she held the sacrificial dagger to my eyes so I could examine the finely crafted inlays
    The silver work was exquisite. Was it bur bur design?
    I felt such pride that my love would offer me such finery
    I leaned forward to kiss her brown, purple lips
    I gently rolled the moonstone and lapis ring embracing the purist of diamonds
    It was there; Ready for her.
    I felt weak in her arms.
    She always had that effect on me.
    My love was so intense that often I felt as though I couldn’t breathe
    When I saw her beauty I was stunned, even overcome
    I couldn’t help but close my eyes and allow my mind to see our future together
    Tangerines, dancing by the eternal rivers, drawing water from the oasis for our children
    Leading our people to joy and happiness
    Ushering forth a new age of peace and tranquility seeded by our eternal love
    I could feel her caressing my cold skin.
    My hair often stood upon end to her touch
    She lay me down on the soft marble mosaic
    The anticipation

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    The scent passed by mind and eyes as a spirit
    It emblazoned love eternal

    A musk embrace carried it

    Jaden eyes reflect lost youth
    Soft wrinkles tear with joys

    Echoing the wars of her homeland
    Pass now with the dancing Koi

    Two heavenly spheres shine
    As the northern star Eastward calls

    Held and kept from any claim or harm
    Arms encircle as the mightiest of Walls

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    They did not stop her.

    Smiles and bows greeted her every step

    She entered cautiously, hesitating

    Swaddled soul mate cradled closely bowing carefully yet in kind.

    She felt expected for a moment and then even home.

    The mother took a small peice of garden and nursed unsure.

    First a blanket then warm rice

    a pillow, incense and a flower delicate steadied lotus with bamboo

    it lay in front of her now where she huddled

    This courtyard would become her home each day soft wooden pillar was placed around her till nine pines arose like an aligned forest.

    A carefully woven grass mat now covered the slate and granite stones that once a served this gathering place. Some yielded to grass.

    A ceramic tiled roof began to form above her as the moon and sun chased each other romantically.

    Carved singles depicting a heavenly mother with child now beckoned down from above her head. Branches with pine hung from the eves mingled with incense and prayer leaves. Silks softened her pillows.

    Soon the child began to join in the prayers that called out with drum and triangle the nights coming. In a perfect harmony the small body called out an om of its own design.

    The chanting encircled them in an infinite vortex of vibrations and the endless seemed to hasten. The beat of the drums now as her heart. The rhythm guiding her own life blood now. Once in unison, then but a single beat, a tone, then the child.

    Perfect harmony as the tone continued and faded with the single resonance of the golden bell.

    She longed for him as she glanced at the setting sun. Her emerald knight now distantly seen down the path of the sacrificial mother.

    The rhythm of the suns rays yielded to the sensual dark revealing now but shadowed truths of desire as she rested.

    Chanting adorned her and the chime of the small bell faded with the murmur of her little precious.

    A soft drum.

    Again..

    Then silence

    The solace of youth almost impossible for her to recover. Her childs eyes so calm.

    This would house their spirits orange and red. Cradled with love and followed by the eye of heaven, curious.

    His world now theirs to shape with divine power as desired.

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    The open gates were now adorned

    White lotus, marigold

    Bright on the horizon

    A planet fortold

    Crack breaks the silence

    Milk the drought

    Nightingales flee the song

    Flying now the southern route

    Pagoda shadows stare silently

    Upon the flowing milk

    Granite edges fill quietly

    Absorbed by orange silk

    Candles beckon the dusk

    The bells now cast

    beside the broken husk

    Her child breathing steadfast

    A sweet spiced smoke

    Circling chanting

    Vibrations yoke

    A tantra encanting

    The strange and distant flute

    a strings celestial company

    Cascading notes rain and root

    A wind flows between and ebbs away

    Resonating prayers unite

    The da dum da of the heart drum

    From shadow sight

    Staring long into the voids hum

    Eyes black with reddened aura

    A finger stretched

    An ancient prahna

    Mothers arms clentched

    Stilled by the temples syncopation

    Shudders echoing his cane approach

    The Sadhu's infinite determination

    The mother feared purpose beyond reproach

    Eyes tearing with anger

    Body paralyzed with inevitable sacrifice

    Index finger poised and pressed to thumb

    Mirrored precisely and joined at the palm.

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    mouth recessed and pursed
    red eyes intense piercing and mane matted and knotted

    brown skin cracked and dusty from a long journey
    three white lnes painted upon his forehead
    a string of facteded rudhras felly from neck to belly


    the brhamaputra flows back to the vessel of life

    the vessel imbibes the sacred waters

    karmic thirst quenched and life refreshed

    cosmic purpose hence

    each chord a rebirth

    eternal melodies waiting to be sung

    His holiness delivered

    must now be prepared

    nam namu tam batayay
    namasa bityeh chapita tayeh
    nama heh namu chuchay
    nama satanam rajini bitiyay
    tuskayam nama namu

    Red powders shower the babies feet

    orange silks cover him as the cadence

    of drums and silk fall around

    the hastening chanting

    the sadhus eyes never leave the mothers

    now the censors flammed with a new oil

    sandlewood and ood

    dreams of Oswain smile....the strong smile of Aureleus....a warming embrace from mother Kemena.

    visions of dance rise and fell from vision

    peace filled her as the divine bear sat guardian over her rest

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    Every pull of the rope burnt

    Each clentching marked the sudden passage of time

    A bloody heart begged and throbbed

    Clotting and erupting in primal scream

    Until this blood ran weak and sleep came

    Soon a hardened scab broken and scratched

    Nail and tooth tore skin from bone

    Tremors and aching

    Breast bursting and oozing with dirt and milk

    The undrunk suffering

    The temple wept with every shriek of the name

    OSWAIN!!!

    Echoing through the mountains until tears reflected

    what her voice could not

    Venom came to love anger

    A lustful partnership united against the freuquent assaults of sorrow

    Every passing monk a herald of the past

    They had betrayed her!

    Mother became tiger...then lion...then monkey

    Blood and tear raged with every blow and yet furiousity could not harm them

    Each blow became a lesson

    Each day a technique

    However the bear was not a form they knew

    Her hair grew long and rose

    Eyes burnt red as the Saddhu roar hoarse from the nights

    Fury carried her as she left

    The master stood still allowing her nails to sink deep

    He sighed as her teeth cletched his windpipe and held

    A perfect blossom arose amidst the peony flowers

    The temple monks began the prayers of passing as their masters soul paid attonment embraced in the arms of the mother

    Blood filled crevices of stone whre milk once flowed

    Their chanting complete the monks gathered their weapons and traveling sacks to fall in behind the mother now moving for the gates

    Her raged steps south now to a pitched run as her army gathered behind

    The mountains with speed of a monsoon running to the great mountain

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    The Sadhu never slept

    Every fall of his cane tapped the known route

    As the tortoise he moved without water controlled ...unrelenting

    Eyes burnt bright with purpose

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