#Geometries: Lieben

nascent love like –

the new moon turns

its face away

 Beginnings glow, and often fail to spark much longer. When we met we knew a few things, that experience was not measured in promiscuity, that love is for most of us a mirage, that looks and bodies change – over time – and “bien fol qui s’y fie”, as le bon Roi Henry reputedly said…

Our geometry evolved, by trial and error, infinite patience, a shared belief in waiting, respect, and, yes, tenderness, without which physical love declines into hell. Early on you decided you’d be on top, mostly. I respected your will to be in control, to decide when, in the end to rely on this man to be what he claimed to be – nowhere to hide, the armour-less knight. One night we became what we are now: lovers for the long haul, interminable foreplay, exploring the far away shores. Once, I could have made the mistake of dreaming to tame the panther, and was saved by humour, and you showing me the way to understand myself, the feminine side of me.

For now, every time, we discover more, those secret paths that lead to new delights, the beautiful corners of ourselves we have not yet explored, in new geometries of body and soul…

mountain summit

how easily reached

by the autumn wind

– Johnny Baranski

#AtoZChallenge: April 23 – T is for Tanagra

Your loveliness sends us dreaming of the ancient Mediterranean, the sunshine of classic Greece, and of a time long gone, of beauty and peace. They say: “Scholars have wondered why a rural place like Tanagra produced such fine and rather “urban” style terracotta figures.”

This makes me smile, and of course, we know the answer: women in Tanagra were beautiful! Look at Aphrodite playing with the child Eros (around 400 BC). This statuette evokes for me another mother and another child, centuries later. Beauty is eternal.

So, tonight, when I look at Aphrodite, I think of you, beloved sister, and in a haze, I travel to Tanagra, to meet with you.

Aphrodite and Eros

Chi

Bronze statue of Buddha at Daibouts, Japan

Bronze statue of Buddha at Daibouts, Japan (Photo credit: National Library NZ on The Commons)

Hesitantly she looked up towards the statue, the dark bronze of the goddess, dominating this corner of the island. Behind her she could hear the distant sound of waves. Now she forced herself to walk, her bare feet silent on the stones, smooth and ancient, polished by centuries of footsteps. On both sides of her stood statues and small temples. A torch was burning at the end of the path, below a portal. Steps led down to the beach. 

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