dragonyphoenix: (raven)
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.
dragonyphoenix: (raven)
You have not danced so badly, my dear, Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One. You have waltzed with great style, My sweet, crushed angel, To have ever neared God's Heart at all. Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow, And even His best musicians are not always easy to hear. So what if the music has stopped for a while. So what If the price of admission to the Divine Is out of reach tonight. So what, my dear, If you do not have the ante to gamble for Real Love. The mind and the body are famous For holding the heart ransom, But Hafiz knows the Beloved's eternal habits. Have patience, For He will not be able to resist your longing For long. You have not danced so badly, my dear, Trying to kiss the Beautiful One. You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, O my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel. - Hafiz
dragonyphoenix: (blue flower)
Reed,

slashed and torn
but doubly rich—
such great heads as yours
drift upon temple-steps,
but you are shattered
in the wind.

Myrtle-bark
is flecked from you,
scales are dashed
from your stem,
sand cuts your petal,
furrows it with hard edge,
like flint
on a bright stone.

Yet though the whole wind
slash at your bark,
you are lifted up,
aye—though it hiss
to cover you with froth.

dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (Default)
I don't know who decided this but it's fanfic writers appreciation day. I like it. I'm off to share the love.
dragonyphoenix: (raven)
Fernando Botero - I like that he put himself in what seems to be a matador outfit

Kimiko Nishimoto - I like her face in the monkey costume

THe Moment

Aug. 15th, 2016 09:31 am
dragonyphoenix: (Frida and God)

The Moment by Dorothy Walters


And not once,
but many times over,
again and again,
how we disappeared
into that deep well
of darkness, shuddering beneath that load of silence,
clinging to our narrow ledge.

Yet the darkness, sometimes,
unfolded as light.
Our atoms dissolved in it,
each separate molecule opening
into a radiant disk of feeling.

How still we became,
witness and thing seen,
spectacle and observer,
each point admitting an untrammeled flood.

Bread

Aug. 5th, 2016 05:38 pm
dragonyphoenix: (blue flower)
I've been reviewing stories to rec for the WIcked Awards and just finished rereading Bread. It's a Tara/Willow story where making bread is a metaphor for living your life. It's a beautiful story.

Analogy

Aug. 2nd, 2016 11:04 pm
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I've got Godzilla 2000 on and as I'm watching the city destruction I'm thinking: Godzilla is to Tokyo as the Avengers are to New York City.
dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (Default)
The Bright Field by R. S. Thomas

I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl
of great price, the one field that had
treasure in it. I realize now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying

on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (blackadder)
A writing group I belong to is putting together an anthology and some of the members have written more than one story. Me included. I just finished and e-mailed in my second story. Yay!

Poor Clint, our fearless leader, is feeling overwhelmed. We'd already reached the number of stories he'd wanted and he's getting more: some firsts and some seconds.
dragonyphoenix: (blue flower)
A new book tells the true stories behind Cabaret, and what was possibly the most thrilling gay party scene the world has ever known. Read an excerpt here.
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The delightful Felicia Craft associated the muscle spasm in my gluteus minimus with this chat between Tara and Spke: quote 8, 59 seconds in.
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