there’s a reason no one ever talks about how we met. so gauche to speak of the trysting of gods. some suitable telling of cyclic means, conveniently amnesiac for the before of the before of the before. it started when we said it did, of course. would you raise the ire of a god to question it? i thought not. so.
key frame, stone, ring
it is said for each, seven keys are made. commonality that weaves and runs through nothingness until meeting. each meeting, a doorway, each doorway, a lesson, each lesson, a step closer to freedom.
mahamudra – the space beyond the page
perspective really is everything and nothing at all. isn’t it curious how we hold them? or refuse to? a diamond is just another rock to the man stuck in the mines… he knows someone is enjoying it, but it surely isn’t him, there, in the dark deeps with danger and dust that is choking his life away every second so some young girl can feel loved and a young man, proud that he can afford to make her feel so. my grandmother… she was just another body to wash to the nurse. she was an angel to the people she […]
The Journal & Journey of Shandala Truesong (Warcraft)
The soft knock upon the door received an equally soft reply, “Come in…” The courier entered with a bow and handed the small, folded vellum to the priestess. Without need of more, he spun upon his heel and strode from the room. The Kal’dorei woman chuckled softly, remembering the man’s arrival as a boy courier and how many times they’d argued over ‘proper etiquette’ and how many bows he needed to give or whether or not it was required or seemly to speak during the course of duty. Still smiling, she walked slowly back to her desk, slipping a slender […]
Closing the door – A memory in two dimensions
this, the last conversation on the last night… and the first.
Shandala’s Lament
“We are bound,” he said to me his voice, gentle, his touch, tender in it, all fear of joining, lost great sigh of relief and thankfulness its wind stirring hope which had all but died fanned it to full and flickering flame I accepted the truth of his saying found the delicate knot of it within cradled in every moment since deep delight for its presence a redemption i never thought to know many clouds have passed over the shared sky since that instant in which hope rekindled moments of anger in which we cut one another limping apart to […]
of moon festivals and memories
i sat in moonglade tonight, the festival all around, and thought i was going to have the most marvelous night. instead, as i sat there, memories. memories of happy times and smiles and tales by another fire. memories of names long gone and presence withdrawn and the ache ofwishing i might once more seen them moving slowly toward me through a throng of pixels and particles. malkura, oviel, cassielle, beregrond, talshalan, miira, fedartairin, arthullius, and others that i remember even if not by their chosen names. i am surprised how immediate and throbbing this ache. it has been a full […]
narcissus 5
the week before autumn’s end she spent carefully arranging the braided flower crowns, refreshing them with raindrops collected each morning and storing them in moss to preserve their freshness. the morning effort complete, she set out for the far rapids, the place near the falls, where that which she sought might be found. they were heavy, but she carried them with a smile, mind filled with images of his surprise and glee to find them, to see them carefully decorated and tenderly placed… there… all his favorite things gathered together where he might fully enjoy them. placing them carefully, she […]
narcissus 4
When she woke next, he was gone. Curiosity overcame caution, and she crept to the bank of the stream, peering over the slope to see if she could make out what enticed and compelled him so. There, in the bend, a small depression, in which was carefully laid a large, black stone, with amazingly flat, matte surface. She spent some time looking at the stone, trying to figure out what about it made it so different, so special, so magical and unique. Over time, she found the courage to touch it, fingers dipping lightly into the water and disturbing its […]