Shi*'s articles

  • Under a Full Moon

    - 12 years ago - 4 comments
    The sword flowing like water Under a full moon Without thought, in its right time. - Shi*

  • Bull Dancer

    - January 22, 2009 - 4 comments
    And between the standing stones That pen the horn-ed power She stands adorn-ed Strong but fragile lithe Sudden sunlight bronze reflecting As I within without look closely on Visioned from my library of dreams As insubstantial as paper and leather Another watches me within without As I sleep seeing A tome triangular bound Falling From dream to vision Bull dancer.

  • Thought for the Day: Choice and Destiny

    - January 14, 2009 - 11 comments
    Traditionally, free will or pre-determination has been one of those 'mutually exclusive categories' questions. The more that I think about this one though the more it appears to me that it is more of an 'uncertainty principle' question. Put simply: which will apply depends on what you are looking at, at what level and for what purpose. 'Choice' is essentially a sentient activity, that is a thinking decision has to be made. We live at a biological and cultural level of experience and have no real…

  • Shikishi

    - January  6, 2009 - 3 comments
    I said, 'I love you but I am not in love with you'. Much later, I looked in my heart and saw that I had lied to myself. Why did I do such a thing? Was I afraid that you would run away? Was I afraid to face my fear of loss? Maybe neither or both but it makes no difference. My heart aches with the same sweet yearning. I write my soul in blood.

  • In Absentia

    - December  5, 2008 - 4 comments
    Waiting for a voice that speaks to my soul In these dark silent nights when the dreams fly wild Of swords, the fealty sworn and favours worn Truth divined in the lines and signs of the sky A raven messenger or a fairy princess may signify Attendance at court, a mirror crack'd, oaths honoured In vigil, dark silent knight, hold true.

  • The Edge of Silence

    - November 20, 2008 - 12 comments
    Somewhere out there, somewhere in here, there is a place where the dreamers go when the dreams need to be found, when they have left and Psyche sits like Narcissus gazing in a dark pool in an old place ... on the edge of silence. Where there are no words.

  • Dum spiro, spero ...

    - November  6, 2008 - 9 comments
    Lips pressed against mine. Returning from the darkness. Distant voices. 'Is he breathing?' 'I think he is breathing on his own now.' Consciousness returns. 'Are you ok, Dave? You stopped breathing there. I had to give you mouth to mouth.' Why am I lying on the floor? ... and jeez, I feel ... weird. Strange to brush with Le Morte again. And the bit that really bends my mind ... I can't remember going there.

  • Evensong

    - October 14, 2008 - 12 comments
    She shines full and bright Cool night air on my naked skin Dreams and memories Dance in the moonlight shadows Heart fire warms the soul Silent crying to the moon Can she hear my evensong?

  • 575

    - September 27, 2008 - 6 comments
    Pat-pat-pat falling The garden leaves freely weep Autumn morning mists.

  • The Golden Bather

    - September 21, 2008 - 8 comments
    Now, as the air becomes clearer and that special yellow-filtered light glows in the world outside my window, I am once more at home. In the sense of Fuchsia's attic in Peake's 'Gormenghast'. This is my time of year, always has been - I don't know why ... add it to my growing list of unknowns. But that it is, of that I have no doubt. When that first chill morning arrives and the clear light fills the thin air. When the leaves begin to take on their autumn collection. The New Look - every year. I…

  • Myers-Briggs Personality Types

    - August 25, 2008 - 53 comments
    This is a psychometric test based on the work of Carl Jung and Isabel Myers-Briggs. Jung first coined the words introversion and extraversion ... one of the axes measured in the test. I have found it remarkably insightful, but then I am an INFP ... Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceiving ... only one percent of the population apparently. If you are interested, follow the link: I would love to hear what you think.

  • Inner Skies

    - August 21, 2008 - 10 comments
    Black, ragged-feathered and portentous. Odin's bird ploughs a furrow through the sea-grey sky. Straight as a singular dice cast. Inexorable course, written as I watch. Pausing in mid-beat, casting a dark marble, glistening orb. Line of sight. Fixed, I am already past. The corvid flys on, running from the morning sun. I take another draw, wash it down with a swallow of industrial strength. And later, much later. When the sun has passed its zenith. I exchange unexpected confidences with…

  • The Clean Sword

    - August 17, 2008 - 11 comments
    After a week of laughter and companionship with friends, a week of family comings and goings, time for chess and visits, city and seaside ... a quiet time, a time for reflection. .............................................................................................. Soul looked at the sword, the word, the wyrd, the way, the truth perhaps. Cleaned and sharpened, its edge catching the moonlight silver, the firelight gold. One last wipe with a soft cloth and she slid it fluidly back int…

  • Breathe ...

    - August  4, 2008 - 5 comments
    Beyond Translation
    She said, 'Come here when you need to breathe'. ... and I did ... go there ... and breathed.   I had buried my heart deep where I thought that no one could ever find it, especially me. To feel love is to feel pain ... to feel. She opened me up like an ancient tomb, found the hidden key, unlocked my heart. Blinking in the impossible brightness of a first dawn. Overpowered by the sudden strength of an emotion that I accepted as mine. Everything I had sought to bury, eradicate, destroy.…

  • Thunder

    - July 31, 2008 - 4 comments
    It's hot, it's late and the thunder rolls quietly around the humid distance. Not a night for sleeping, it's that unbearable stickiness that makes you pray for a big storm. really, metaphorically ... yes, the pathetic fallacy lives on ... those two in that film, for instance, the ones who have been slowly circling ... somewhere between a bullfight and moths around a flame ... they must burn, the blood must flow - dependent on which metaphor you wish to pursue. ... the wish to pursue ... the des…

  • Me & Bobby Mcgee

    - July 29, 2008 - 6 comments
    'Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose', sang Janis, The Dead and many others. According to the teenager in Frank Zappa's song, 'FREE IS WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR NOTHING OR DO NOTHING'. Oh, Edenic state! freedom is when you don't ask questions, eat suspect fruit offered by slippery characters ... For the rest of us it's a proverbial lunch that doesn't exist. OK, we are approaching the zone now. so ... 'To be hoisted by your own petard' is a figure of speech with its or…

  • Found

    - July 27, 2008 - 4 comments
    In the moonlight we find ourselves sitting in the old moonlight horned waning and golden blue-silk-sheened in the night warmth the hiding garden alive with soft movement of light on pale leaves and deeper shadows.   I dream of her as she rides the night illuminating my hot blood showing all things in a new light as she slowly dies   Teaching me my memories that death is change that she will be reborn in argent splendour that the summer's heat will pass tha…

  • The Navigator

    - July 12, 2008 - 9 comments
    These delicate and sensitive instruments. That guide the journey, fix position, set course. The heart that swells and beats. The soul that yearns. The mind that dreams. The body that burns.

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