A Hallowed Gate
Time is remarkably strange even if it is not as many have postulated alive or separate and to be honest now is not the moment within out without of time to be discussing it at length. That said it’s hard not to at least comment on the distance and transformation from this point in the casting and the last point at which I actively altered its electronic form.
So many secrets lay open before the worlds I care for and while I oft travel through the worlds where my inner powers and forms flow like a river nourishing, transforming and exploring wherever they travel, I am just as often in places where my lack of armour and sensitive nature encourages misguided individuals to tear at the sacred beauty I hold.
For the most part they don’t truly know what they’re doing although sometimes they have inkling why. Perhaps as the age of information that seems to surge in worlds like these, reaches a new level the realization that in most cases knowledge is not wisdom and while connected there can be a great and vast distance between the two will come to the masses.
I once met a man on the path between knowledge and wisdom. He was dressed in purple silks and as the 3 suns beat down upon the blackened dessert. I was for a moment bespelled by the sheer number of shades encompassed by this single outfit. The man was riding a rather large lizard roughly the size of a schools bus and to be fair if one were lenient in one’s interpretation you could say it looked like on to. The hulking beast made a slow but even pace over the charcoal sand and licked the air as it passed. I was still fixated on its rider though so even now I cannot be certain if its feet were clawed or if it drew long tendrils of shiny black substance through holes in its toes has it took each step. The purple rider had a thin athletic build that suggested agility and strength beyond its appearance. His hair was just short of being as dark as the sands while his skin was alabaster white. Grey-blue eyes poured over the facets of a large gemstone as he rotated it in his hands. The cracks and in dents shifting with each rotation, they revealed a new glimmering pattern from the harsh light above. Whatever insights he gleaned he did not share them when I asked only peered over the shoulder and smiled that smile that men get when they see something they truly want.
He continued away unsolved by our meeting. I imagine he needed to be wise sooner rather than later but still I think if he’d have stopped we might have made love on those midnight sands and in my arms he might have found many wisdoms not yet written of in books or at least any I know.
With love and will, the spell goes on. And strengthens our magic both now and beyond.
So many secrets lay open before the worlds I care for and while I oft travel through the worlds where my inner powers and forms flow like a river nourishing, transforming and exploring wherever they travel, I am just as often in places where my lack of armour and sensitive nature encourages misguided individuals to tear at the sacred beauty I hold.
For the most part they don’t truly know what they’re doing although sometimes they have inkling why. Perhaps as the age of information that seems to surge in worlds like these, reaches a new level the realization that in most cases knowledge is not wisdom and while connected there can be a great and vast distance between the two will come to the masses.
I once met a man on the path between knowledge and wisdom. He was dressed in purple silks and as the 3 suns beat down upon the blackened dessert. I was for a moment bespelled by the sheer number of shades encompassed by this single outfit. The man was riding a rather large lizard roughly the size of a schools bus and to be fair if one were lenient in one’s interpretation you could say it looked like on to. The hulking beast made a slow but even pace over the charcoal sand and licked the air as it passed. I was still fixated on its rider though so even now I cannot be certain if its feet were clawed or if it drew long tendrils of shiny black substance through holes in its toes has it took each step. The purple rider had a thin athletic build that suggested agility and strength beyond its appearance. His hair was just short of being as dark as the sands while his skin was alabaster white. Grey-blue eyes poured over the facets of a large gemstone as he rotated it in his hands. The cracks and in dents shifting with each rotation, they revealed a new glimmering pattern from the harsh light above. Whatever insights he gleaned he did not share them when I asked only peered over the shoulder and smiled that smile that men get when they see something they truly want.
He continued away unsolved by our meeting. I imagine he needed to be wise sooner rather than later but still I think if he’d have stopped we might have made love on those midnight sands and in my arms he might have found many wisdoms not yet written of in books or at least any I know.
With love and will, the spell goes on. And strengthens our magic both now and beyond.
Written by Serena @ 12:37 a.m.
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