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September | 2014 | Wind Song Myths
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Imaginary workshop for re-creation. September 29, 2014. Root of Desire Chapter 1: Chalice. 8212;—————————————————————————–. An empty chalice, open, to be filled by spirit’s essence, placed according to ritual, waits for its turn. Goddess of so many duties, so many eras, so many sorrow-filled worshippers, She feels the tears, the emptiness. 8220;I cannot fill you. I can not fill the chalice of emptiness. That is not my gift or purpose. I can offer only what is already within you.”. Renata would not get he...
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6/6/15 | Wind Song Myths
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Imaginary workshop for re-creation. June 6, 2015. So You Say You Want a Revelation? Disappointed mystic exile John,. Eager to besiege his jailors. Tales of woe and destruction. 8220;The burning bush told me. I swear it’s true.”. Beware the ides, the armies of Megiddo,. The smoke and mirrors,. 8220;I send you these frantic missives,. Oh my Christian soldiers. Do not stray from Yahweh. Look what He has done to His. In a fit of divinity.”. I believe Jesus made it his mission,. To save his mortal family.
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April | 2015 | Wind Song Myths
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Imaginary workshop for re-creation. April 26, 2015. Extempore (from Root of Desire). Swift bare feet pound and release worn, gritty pavement. Cobbled stone surrounds flowing fountain. Ecstatic feet pounding to the beat, to the swirl. A small crowd caught up in the trance, poetry, simple music, a lady dancing, glinting with glitter and smiles that light from her eyes. We pay for the service to our soul, and hurry on. 8220;Let’s get some dinner to bring back to the house,” she urges Betty, who,...Beings st...
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March | 2015 | Wind Song Myths
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Imaginary workshop for re-creation. March 31, 2015. Another kind of rabbit hole. Ghastly dark and bruising. No recompense of wonder. No luxury of child’s imagining. No spritely tea time story. Only caustic mud awaits below. At tumbling’s end. Beside Edenic flowers,. Sniffs puissant nectar in the air. I am complete in this instant. Now, I leap to a farther garden. To taste the bitter charms,. The salty repartee, tropic spice. And cold beer. Sense, sensation,. Cessation of sensation —. The essential can not.
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June | 2015 | Wind Song Myths
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Imaginary workshop for re-creation. June 20, 2015. Myth-laced lunar light,. Infuse long summer days. With magic and romance. A’glee in joyous play. Wild fantasy takes flight. Above earth’s rule-bound maze. Passionate heat-soaked night awaits. Waves of windblown flowers blooming. Scent enlivens sense to peak. Warm, warm breeze and rivers flowing. Endless miles running free. Let summer magick build up steam,. Simmer into thrills supreme. Tis season raised to rejuvenation. So play on …. Song of Sun and Earth.
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Shades of Real | Wind Song Myths
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Imaginary workshop for re-creation. May 21, 2015. I am in that place of bonded service to the shadows. Strong brick and stone, tarnished by long years of miasma, are my walls. There are rough chinks. Sometimes sunlight shines through in bright bits of warming rays. I have no memory of seeing outside, though faint hazy echoes of sunny airy landscape seems to have familiarity I can’t quite apprehend. We have met the enemy, for they are us, just one shadow away. There is disturbance. I am called to a sh...
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[evening dionysian] | Wind Song Myths
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Imaginary workshop for re-creation. Working title: [evening dionysian]. Enchanting sylph narrates stories. While seductively moving to sinuous. Back beat, tick of chimes. Occasionally emphasizes subtle percussions. With intense expressions, leaps, cunning. Stumbles, falling to crawl into spellbound speech. Scheherazade myths, archetypal passion. Escapades, poignant weeps, salient shouts. To power. Exquisite meditations on mystic. Climes, spirit and form. Merry masks,. Embellishment to the tellings. Late ...
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1776 | Wind Song Myths
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Imaginary workshop for re-creation. July 3, 2015. The right amount of government —. Just enough to protect freedom. Protects everyone’s freedom. Without destroying anyone’s. But who decides what that line is,. Each with our own dispositions? It may be up to the fate of. Not a satisfactory solution. For we who cannot wait. Our lives are forfeit now. To silly fields of behavior. Who rule the day. While life is so disrespected,. Devalued, expect those. Learning their behaviors from. To coldly laugh and kill.
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gnome tale | Wind Song Myths
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Imaginary workshop for re-creation. July 25, 2015. Hi, I’m Rodney. I’m a gnome from Gnome Hill. But that’s not what I’m here to tell you about. I’m here to tell you the story of what happened to me one day when I got bored and went out to find my fortune. The fortune I found, but it was not the one I had imagined that day. I could not leave through the opening in the mountain because that would have meant plunging thousands of feet, and for no good reason. The antechamber was boring and small, but I ...
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Wind Song Myths | imaginary workshop for re-creation | Page 2
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Imaginary workshop for re-creation. March 13, 2016. Before we are given our missions,. Sent forward in time. We must be ready. Without map or guidebook to prepare. We must rise to the challenge. Endure the patience to exercise. Control over every capillary,. Every atom of our being. It’s not in the believing, but. A better world needs a new kind. For peace, for change,. In hiding in the eye. I want to be bodysurfing. Madly dancing in the rain,. Cast off from restrictive form. I want to taste sweet grapes.
