Message to my LifePartner

I am in the business of living, and it not “all about the money,” though I need the money to fuel my vehicle to get to my House. I am like the ovum that has sufficient food within it {just sufficient love to woo my man by how he wants to be loved en route to reaching my House with him} until it can embed in the womb after finding stable connection with the mother (-in-law) by which to find subsistence in the womb from where all of history found a base from which to have a body that is human and then move through the vaginal vault through which all of history found a Story (as in, the history of mankind that is written in the vaginal vault of a woman) on what it means to be human or a man or woman. My LifePartner wants that story to change for the better, for a new dawn on what it means to be human. I am crowing (as in, work read backwards is krow, so essentially I am krowing) on StarMaker (SoundsOfLife/Nothing) to sing my LifePartner to Life (seeing how he is being Kumbhakaran and sleeping from the pain on what it means to be male, while I have been asleep from what it means to be female..reference Te Fiti of Moana who cannot go back to sleep and have a heart that be stolen only to put us back in a lockdown again in restoring it) so that water as the elixir of liFe keeps golding you into wakefulness, like water would light the fire into liquid flame of pure Love, a la Deepak Raag of Tansen fame. I am wooing my man from outside my parental house singing songs that haven’t been heard yet (Mookaambika raaga) so he awakens in what would contribute to the work of awakening a new dawn in what it means to be human for our kids. I am documenting my course in my school so we have a syllabus for homeschooling in how to live life sustainably lovingly.