home, 2022
Melia's father the Dragon
To love and mystery I open my heart,
and the booming breeze rides in
RAAAAHR
The sound and the joy and the fury -- ah!
When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire!
And from the feathering flames, magnificent trees are born.
Madness? or Magic?
SCREeeeeeEEEE
This base image is a dragon painted by Romeo Shrestha, as seen at his exhibition at Tibet House in New York City.
Synanim
Iteration 1
Maddie
What's that, you're feeling stagnant? Stuck in your same old ways? Whether you're meek or miserly, or bored or just sick of it, I'll just say this: when there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire!
Dae
Mystery is the portal to the unconceivable. Open to it and invite the jewels of your prayer to rain down and saturate the ground of being. Welcome the deluge. Much will be washed away, but this flood brings lotus blossoms. Power is in the not knowing.
Compassion
Destruction being generative and fecund
Burn ecology
Placid puddle shaken up by energy
Luke
Fiercely flying, Flames and feathers
Smoke and scales,
Madness? or magic?
Mane, moustache,
Sarah
I summon up shimmering magic!
Fireball fruits in my hands
The sound and joy and fury - Ah!
Feeling (old writing, not for this but kind of aligned with part of the vibe):
(In life I am the puddle. My body of water placid, then the sound-beads strike. I feel their reverberations in the cavity between my collarbone and spine. A whisper is a tidal wave, the bells knock me on my back. When windows are open, the cacophonous breeze rides in, its saddlebags loaded with ringing grenades. Small explosions. The way solid sound can bring a surface of water to life, love booms. My body and mind, heart and world resound.)
Iteration 2
Dae
Burn the fortress down to open the ground, magnificent trees may take its place. Invite the jewels of your prayer to rain down and saturate the ground of being. Mystery needs room to take seed. Power is in the not knowing. Madness? or Magic? When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire!
Maddie
Flames and feathers
Smoke and scales,
Madness? or magic?
The placid and peaceful,
I'll pull asunder.
For when there's nothing left to burn,
you have to set yourself on fire!
Argh!!
Luke
SCREeeeeeEEEE
Open the windows, a portal to the unconceivable - and the cacophonous breeze rides in,
Small explosions. Reverberations in the cavity between my collarbone and spine.
The sound and joy and fury - Ah!
when there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire!
Sarah
To love and madness I open my heart,
and the cacophonous breeze rides in
RAAAAHR
The sound and the joy and the fury -- ah!
When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire!
And in the flowering of my flames, magnificent trees are born.
