Paige Bradley, Sculptor
Woman… fire in chains walking through mans’ ice storm.
There is barely anywhere for us to rest on pliable earth, caressed by dew-kissed grass and flowers and visited by genial insects and creatures.
Man is a covetous, territorial beast, contemplating a meal, food for his belly, something to drink, and metal coins, hardware and paper and food from the earth; animals and fruit. They come from her blistering fires too from which he creates.
He craves the warmth of her fire that never dulls and memory of the Sun before the ice came to steal human souls.
Suspicious of her, he does not understand nor can he control her unless…he loves. Her fire can melt or burn and he only steals some warmth for a short time.
A man who loves is a magnificent animal, one that knows no limits and has unbounded strength. He has the strength of the earth, turned from ice and the sun combined because he is the seed willing to lose its cover in order to allow Life.
He willingly takes her to him, feasts, shares, adores and provides a safe place for her fertile ground to grow the eternal seeds she holds from before the time of The Dragon. She holds them still.
But he cannot stay next to her for long or he will melt.
He tries and survival beckons his traverse, summoned by a great dirge of possible conquest and the illusions of mind and heart that he believes are real because his core does not yet burn with equable insight.
Frozen, halcyon outsight of a gelid wasteland is still his birthright.
The feracious earth was given to her as a prolific garden and she waits yet for his icy heart to warm the arable soil for her so she can grow the fruit of breakable man in virile beauty, not in frozen, acrid death and blood.
He is…breakable because he is mortal! The seed must be broken in the soil to become eternal!
She is still in unyielding chains, unloved, unprotected, terribly alone in her vital fire that cannot be momentarily extinguished.
The Sun gave birth to the earth, to ice, to Time and its incessant movement will not cease.
The erudite Magician has given him the wand with which to channel her calescent magic because her heat increases.
Time must move forward but the dextrous tools of man can only thrive if they are forged with the luminosity of her body, to tend the garden of the Earth.
It may lie fallow and untended unless the fire that man discovered can be born in him by tending to her heat. Then he will remain.
Until then he will die, just as he was born.
Lisa Townsend-written on February 17, 2018