our body is history.
inked with lines of joy, orchestrated, a symphony entirely our own. it bears the scars of our defeats. our infinite failures. carved in stone.
our body is sacred. and profane.
it is wondrous in its workings, balanced always precariously between life and death.
a breath away.
it surprises us when it fails to heal, to recover, to regain.
Editor's Note.
The Aquarian, the water bearer, has long since been associated with the container that shapes otherwise liquid ideas. With Valentines Day right in the middle of the Aquarius sign, it is no wonder that the cup features so prominently amid the Great Poets' love melodies. A belief in the stars, a longing for a bond, and a desire to consume might be some roots to the idea of the cup of love.
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Meaning: In Search of Significance.
Melody: A Different Tune
Rhythm: Ordering Time