They say the foulest crime there is, is to ignore a cry of desperation from mothers and to disrespect a nation's gathered sorrow. To this my friends my words travel. Remember who we are together in sorrow and delight. Hold your loved ones closer and give the nation an other voice in it's chorous of voices. We are but one people, together we are strong, together we are one, together we may withstand the time of time. But a part, however, we are many frail individuals.
Absolvo amitto, amplus brevis: Semper mea.
2011-07-27
22.07.11
2011-07-20
Friendship is a sheltering tree
In an empty room, but for a lone girl sitting cross legged on the floor, sweeps an eerie silence. Her eyes are wide awake with the chill shining of cool blue, and in the neck slopes a loosley knotted bundle of fair hair. Her hands are resting on the table top in front of her. There lies her deck of nature's guidance. In silence guidance the Hornbeam and White Willow showes them selves turned to face down. In answer to her plea of regret and redemption does Hornbeam answer:
Most holy sanctumInnermost kernelFor which you are ready to dieFor which you are not quite ready to liveProtect the flameYou are made of secrecyMaster's silent servant
She sees the answer in bewildered relief. Its message clear in her heart. She was right to hold her ground, no matter how tempting it would have been to let her mercy turn the blind eye. The White Willow confirms that her well being depended on this refusal of kindness.
Don't think, don't ask, just danceMove through lifeLike a drop of waterFalling, flowing, rising, driftingConstrict your boundariesFly, plunge, run, stop!Always mirror your inner light
The second referring to her own sanity, puzzles her even as much as her regret. To withdraw from a kinship, even by just cause seems an invitation of pain and darkness, Yet here lies the relief she seeks. Out of mind, out of sight - delivered sanctum.
2011-07-05
there, dear
A mothers kiss upon a youngling's nearly hairless head - soothes me.
The lips touching only superficially the head beneath - caressing it.
Uttering the voice of property - you are mine, dear.
The youngling utters a smirk smile and shudders it head away - careless.
What are the worries of mothers? Why do they keep holding on to those small and probably unnecessary fears? Who said a mother would care for her child? Why is a bundle that has caused a lot of pain upon birthing - create so much joy in a mothers eyes? Who decided that a mother were to love her child and embrace him upon evening? Did the gods cradle sivilasation upon it's upbringing? Did the almighty among themselves, hold any of us dear - or were we a game of ponds? Does the cradle of civilisation behold a mother embracing her child fondly before allowing it out into the mindless world beyond her sphere?
The lips touching only superficially the head beneath - caressing it.
Uttering the voice of property - you are mine, dear.
The youngling utters a smirk smile and shudders it head away - careless.
What are the worries of mothers? Why do they keep holding on to those small and probably unnecessary fears? Who said a mother would care for her child? Why is a bundle that has caused a lot of pain upon birthing - create so much joy in a mothers eyes? Who decided that a mother were to love her child and embrace him upon evening? Did the gods cradle sivilasation upon it's upbringing? Did the almighty among themselves, hold any of us dear - or were we a game of ponds? Does the cradle of civilisation behold a mother embracing her child fondly before allowing it out into the mindless world beyond her sphere?