The male and masculine
The feminine and the female. Both designed and forced to love eachother and by some crueler fate enemies still...
the radiant energy seeks to be all that can be, even taking away the very shade that deserves its piece
we’ll burn, hoard, and covet all for the right to consume the very few, miniscule bits of rumble crumble falling all around us, until it gets, so hot we can barely breath orunderstand how this misery...possibly came to find us.
yet there she’ll be, ready to take it and make it her own with her own time. Words filled with honey and the peaceful warmth of red wine. Despite all the hate destruction and greed that birthed it’s existence, she’ll receive it and nurse it and help it feel every bit as bright as it feels it ought to be, for she doesn’t see our tantrum child squabbles as anything but expressions of the deeper cosmic essence from which everything has come since...to be The folly of what is believed to be the modern masculine, let the feminine hand be the one to worry about what there is to understand...processing, intaking sensation, leading, and nourishing, and spreading wisdom to wherever there is need of flourishment. The masculine is only here for their pure expression. Our will is that to see blood spilt and to defend the womb of our land. The masculine is in no position to ensure the safety of any clan. Let alone that of any race of human.

















