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Geb was the spirit of the earth in Kemetic mythology.
Images show him lying underneath his wife (Nut, goddess of the sky) and his father (Shu, god of the air). He reclines on one elbow with a knee and arm in the air. In this way he symbolized the valleys and hills of the land, which was called "The House of Geb." He is shown either as a dark or green skinned man (the colors of life, the soil of the Nile and vegetation, respectively) with leaves on his skin.
The religious center of Geb seems to be Heliopolis (near Cairo), where he and Nut produced the Great Egg from which the Sun-god sprang
gebsite : is a space to express a new vision for the planet. The images and writing are focused around what life can look like on a healthy, productive Earth.
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Born Days.
we are being rebuilt, yet to be born
Spine first, stay flexible
Flesh is filling out around the bone
in these days
Spirit is fully present
we have come to love life, care for the Earth
create Ourselves in the process of service
We share beauty courageously
we produce child starz and
Sons coming close to us to sniff and learn
Thank you for love’s moment
extending,
cycling in pulses, in bursts of closeness
connecting through all distance
I beat this heart for your remote dance in sacred safety
I am the gratitude that gave me God
God as Love
Love as our joined purpose and shared fulfillment
Indeed we came for each other
we hold the vision matrix for everlasting exchanges
where beauty is conceived
we pledge to nurture and birth
this bold, beauty child
with the same conception power that we use to improvise our responsibilities
supported by the rhythm within
We Make It All Possible
Another language
short tones
rearranged words
Pointing toward internal clearings
where we can sit and breathe deep, touch the flavor
of forgotten late morning bright Sun
We are always alone
and surrounded by the world of limitless detail
it is simply our attention projecting and focusing our light
But how do we fall
In this depth of
space
limitless expanse of the night sky
in our mind’s eye
The stars can dance or stop still
as we are preoccupied by the rush of love
triggered by meaningless gestures
We are the source of our passion
and the only natural object of our affection
Were it not for the LOVE source vivifying our senses
there would be no gasping over the expectation of heartbreak
or ecstasy
We make it all possible
The timeless, personless Love
Me and Desire
Coming to myself again I say to you we are valuable and full of gifts to share. we are covered in grace and guided by the purity of our desire to serve. Lets unite. Let us come as one. I am with power and peace. I am in patience and creation. It is becoming clear that the surrounding souls are my desires. I welcome each one home to its source of origin. As we reunite I wash and feed the desire, self born, with the best that I have to offer, only to the amount that is necessary. This is the moment of discernment and greatness. I am the tool in the intention of the fearless, guilt free, blissful artist. I am here to create harmony and balance. Long released desires that have been twisted and made corrupt over untold time trapped in the crowded void of psychic space are floating this way. A faint desire released in a moment of drowsiness in a previous lifetime returns to me now full grown and fleshy, wanting only to return home. Will I deny her in fear of her power? Will I rebuke due to the filth that has attached to her clothing during the attacks and wrong turns on her journey in the maze of mind? I am with power and patience, active and at rest during this moment of collaboration. A duet with my very own mate of desire returning as a thought form, ready to attack or be welcomed in.
A Fathers Company
The Sound is company from Inside
I swallow beauty from memory
Children laugh as bells
What is a father
We offer semen infused with a silent secret
We serve as maid and builder for women
we hope to mate with
We are ruled by their opinions
only as we fall powerless to our desire
Our sex can be power
Our ability to rise forces power through our begging whispers
for pleasure
We can wait
even as we plead in a show of attraction
these are the colors of the peaCock dance
We can lead
as we continue to learn the route many disagree with
The route that leads to the trailhead of birth
Come look at this beauty
We are co-creators
now we are family
Let there be naps and long walks up steep hills
We eat soup and herbs grown in our yard
Our parents preserved the wealth
We must open the house to forgotten family
Fallen
pick up the actions of courage
Love
love from deep recognition
See service
See tears and scars of parents pierced to the
Soul
by acknowledgement of our protection
Silence adds dust clouds to new decisions
now we hold sparkled eyes
silent lips race our heart beat toward one another
Come stand ready
you cannot frighten your mother with children she has dreamt of
Our fathers live to be extended another opportunity to LOVE
These are our Gods and bestowers of fortune
the sacrifices are real
Indeed we pay homage to Mother Earth as we listen to
laughter lessons
swaddled in suggestive advice
The bodies of women swell and gain power
from barely a mouth full of
milk sap
splashed over the cells that materialize
breast water and wider hips
These are miracles seen
We close our eyes to follow
the silver heart string in the
web of our relations
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