Entry 11 - Poetical Nonsense <Date Illegible>
Stand with face to the wind. A black diamond, cut hard and cool. Lit from a thousand pricks of light, shadowed. Light given to darkness, swallowed by the shape. Stars in a midnight sky, mica in the deep darkness. Yin. La alba luna. Mira. Soundlessly slipping into the cold, clear waters of an endless cave…a jewel in the earth, sweet and dark. Two dragons. One black, sinuous, graceful and shimmering with hidden hues. The shapeshifter, poised and still. One bright, brilliant in light. Bronze. The sandstorm, the mountain, obvious strength, large, powerful, golden-brown in the sand. Active and alive glorying in the strength and beauty. Two pieces reflected in my name. A rider, a follower. Coiled at the center of theEarth. Earth masters – Master of Dragons. You can hear them breathing, metal on skin, stone and water, fire and air. A gift, a key to all the secrets of the cosmos, bringing melancholy, the pain and peace of true wisdom, loss of blissful innocence, but gaining childlike trust. I have faith, God help us. Faith in what I will become. Faith in the sacrifices and responsibilities. Two pieces, no ware still separate, caught in a maze of self-recrimination and social dislike. “When I was a child, I thought as a child, saw as a child, acted like a child. Now, as a woman, I put away childish things” and take up my place. The warrior spirit, the shape of a true person – honest in her strengths and weaknesses—developed in the pursuit of perfection. A black diamond being cut and polished into a gem of clarity and power. The perfect combination of beauty, elegance, strength, age, wisdom, mystery. Always perfection.