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Damnant Quod Non Intelligent
In shadows cast by the unlit corridors of knowing, They condemn what slips through fingers of comprehension, Words entwined in vines of uncertainty, Damnant Quod non intelligunt, the silent chant.
A labyrinth of misunderstood whispers, Confinement in the narrow alleys of judgment, Echoes reverberate in chambers of ignorance, The disoriented stumble on uneven ground.
Disaffection blooms in the garden of misapprehension, Petals of understanding fall, unclaimed, Faces etched with the weight of unspoken judgments, A disquieting tapestry woven with threads of conjecture.
Locked in the dungeon of shallow understanding, Truth stands as a specter, veiled and obscured, While minds strain against invisible tethers, Condemning the unfamiliar to the prison of dismissal.
In this landscape of fractured cognizance, They condemn the foreign, the uncharted, Yet beneath the surface of their certitudes, A sea of undiscovered worlds ebbs and flows.
Damnant Quod non intelligunt, a refrain of caution, For in the realm of the unknown lies the genesis, Of compassion untold, of bridges unbuilt, Where understanding might yet unfurl its wings.
Gestation. Model: Lethe
In the secret realm where life begins
A dance of cells, a symphony within.
Embryo, a whisper in the cosmic tide
A metamorphosis, where mysteries abide.
In the womb’s embrace, a canvas bare
The alchemy of existence, beyond compare.
A journey unfolds in the silent night
From the spark of creation to the dawn of light.
Tiny tendrils weave tales untold
A waltz of genes in a mystical fold.
In the sacred cocoon of maternal grace
Life emerges, a delicate embrace.
A pulse of potential, a heartbeat’s start
An ode to life, a masterpiece of art.
The embryo’s ballet, a cosmic rhyme
A miracle unfolding, transcending time.
Cells divide, a cosmic ballet
A choreography of life in a graceful array.
Limbs form, a sculptor’s sweet refrain
A transformation, a celestial gain.
Oh, embryonic symphony, celestial ball
In the cradle of creation, where wonders enthrall.
A dance of life, a poetic grace
In the earliest stages, a sublime embrace.
As the embryo awakens, a star is born
A testament to the cosmic morn.
In the tapestry of being, a story takes flight
A metamorphosis, a journey to the light.
Moments in Two Lifetimes – Models: Amelie Belain, Olinka Lickova
Private Moment. Models: Jenn Michelle @jenn__michellle , Crystal Nichole @taurusbbbyy
Snow Dance on Mountain Lake
On a moonlit night atop the frost-kissed peaks, a clandestine coven of snow witches gathered by the edge of a frozen mountain lake. The air crackled with the anticipation of magic as they encircled the shimmering ice.
Barefoot and barely clad in flowing black attire that seemed to defy the biting cold, the witches began their ritualistic dance. Spirals of enchantment twirled around them as they moved with unrestrained grace, casting spells upon the icy surface beneath their feet.
The pale moon witnessed their provocative dance, the flickering shadows playing on the glistening snow. The witches’ laughter echoed through the frozen expanse, and their dark silhouettes swirled in a hypnotic rhythm. The chill of the night seemed to bow before their bewitching energy.
As the music of their spells intensified, a light snow began to fall, delicately gracing their raven tresses. The flakes adorned them like crystalline jewelry, adding an ethereal quality to their wild celebration.
The lake mirrored the spectacle, its frozen surface reflecting the swirling vortex of magic that enveloped the witches. Unfazed by the freezing temperatures, they reveled in the elemental dance, creating a spectacle that blended the magical and the sensual.
The mountain itself seemed to hold its breath, captivated by the enchanting display unfolding on its slopes. And so, beneath the veil of falling snow and the watchful gaze of the moon, the coven of snow witches continued their wild, otherworldly celebration, leaving behind whispers of mystery and magic in the crisp mountain air.
Dancer: Christina Johnson
Sophia Jade and Crystal A in Shadows. Models: Sophia Jade and Crystal A
Whatever it is you seek, just put on a hooded cloak and go to the top of a mountain. Unless you are seeking a sandwich. Or a slice of pizza. Or a new outfit. Or some new friends. But other than that, just go to some mountaintop; it will bring you closer to God, because, as we all know, God sits up high in the sky. And the thin air and grand vistas will make you feel a little high (why do you think they call it “getting high”?). Anyway, this piece is dedicated to all of us seekers in earnest. Excelsior! Model: Rachel Lilly
