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epiphany



Noun: manifestation of a divine being
a sudden intuitive leap of understanding especially through an ordinary but striking occurrence

Gorgeously backlit, the morning clouds, steeped pinkish gold, shadowed dove grey.
A lady with a pastel coat shouts as she passes on the park pathway. 'Blows the cobwebs!' Her dog bounces by. He has a rubber ball in his mouth. Her hair is a silver shade.

Storm swells makes the news. Pictures of breaking waves, air bourn water; think of lace, of ghosts, of elemental energies, listening to the howl outside while the decorations are stripped down: a sense of rediscovery in the bared spaces.

Wind sweeps the car park where people clutch onto shopping. Faces are bored, inconvenienced: or pleased to have secured a favoured flavour, a bargain, the satisfaction of having remembered they were low on milk. Above the scene a band of moon in the sky, tucked in darkness like a ring in a jeweller's box; think of offer, promise, adventure for the journey.
Without renewal, atrophy: theophany daily in the sky.

I find what I am looking for: my manifest icon. She's on Pinterest, riding a dragon.

Guan Shi Yin, bodhisattva:
one who attains enlightenment but chooses to remain on earth to help others.


Comments

Geo. said…
As I thought, into the past and future, Dragon is indeed underway.
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you very much for this:
http://atrialinvader.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/lisas-dragon.html
(still not sure how to do a link in a comment box)
That is a fine summation of my beloved dragon!
Last night the wind woke me up, it was making some big and original sounds, I thought a whole collective of dragons was flying over the house: then I thought maybe this was becoming an obsession, but it's more of a muse than a mind-tangler and if it reaches out (waving) to other people too, it must be good. Phew! xx
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you very much for this:
http://atrialinvader.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/lisas-dragon.html
(still not sure how to do a link in a comment box)
That is a fine summation of my beloved dragon!
Last night the wind woke me up, it was making some big and original sounds, I thought a whole collective of dragons was flying over the house: then I thought maybe this was becoming an obsession, but it's more of a muse than a mind-tangler and if it reaches out (waving) to other people too, it must be good. Phew! xx
Lisa Southard said…
? Not sure why the repetition above but currently the delete function isn't working so I can't tidy up!
Suze said…
I didn't think I was going to be able to get my comment in. Blogger is very buggy this morning and I, actually, am feeling a bit incapable of articulation. I have, however, read this. Much happening inside in response only, this morning it seems, words fail me.

Reaching out to you in truth. Appreciate very much who you are.
Lisa Southard said…
Buggy is a fun word even though the truth of it is annoying.
I appreciate your perseverance and company: I quoted you on Geo's Invalid Workshop today: 'inspiration is the greatest form of camaraderie.'
I reach back, and my dragon gives a friendly wave :-)

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