Post by Omega on Dec 6, 2022 7:47:22 GMT
She is the one who intercedes between the sun and the moon. She arbitrates sternly her siblings the spider and the serpent. she mediates lies and truth and purrs softly to them, “Set aside your light and see the wisdom of your counter.”
She follows along after the pouring rain, mincing along the rainbow with her lanky snow leopard form and color. She pauses then and hears the seed and saplings cry of pain and fear. She curls beside them and assures them from the pain of the storm they shall grow.
She flutters down in the dawn and dusk with her mothic wings. With warm eyes she beholds the orphan mourning in the street for a life he has never known. “You are a most special soul,” her moth mouth mutters, “though you may not believe it of yourself you deserve to be adored, doted on, and appreciated. Please take my word as a goddess, I do and will always believe in you. Abide with me in my place.”
She wears the scales of a crocodile to show her allegiance to that most misunderstood, mistrusted, and frightful god, Death. She loves Death because of the beauty he has never shown to anyone. He loves her because he has never known love prior and believes he never will again. Where Death goes, she will follow and where she goes Death is never far.
She is the goddess of the grey, the one who will always see the better, Tresla. For this life can be short, uncomfortable, and ugly. But this life is better and far more beautiful with you in it than without.
She follows along after the pouring rain, mincing along the rainbow with her lanky snow leopard form and color. She pauses then and hears the seed and saplings cry of pain and fear. She curls beside them and assures them from the pain of the storm they shall grow.
She flutters down in the dawn and dusk with her mothic wings. With warm eyes she beholds the orphan mourning in the street for a life he has never known. “You are a most special soul,” her moth mouth mutters, “though you may not believe it of yourself you deserve to be adored, doted on, and appreciated. Please take my word as a goddess, I do and will always believe in you. Abide with me in my place.”
She wears the scales of a crocodile to show her allegiance to that most misunderstood, mistrusted, and frightful god, Death. She loves Death because of the beauty he has never shown to anyone. He loves her because he has never known love prior and believes he never will again. Where Death goes, she will follow and where she goes Death is never far.
She is the goddess of the grey, the one who will always see the better, Tresla. For this life can be short, uncomfortable, and ugly. But this life is better and far more beautiful with you in it than without.
Amidst the maddening chaos between God, gods, and mortal multitude beneath, who can say what is true or false? The only rational way to approach the world is in hope. The world will be better someday, you will be better someday. We will get uncomfortable in our own skin and the situations we find ourselves in. But we have a choice: reach out to pet the scales and feel the sweet purr songs beneath or let despair consume us.
Lately, I've been finding myself more and more anxious. While "Firon" [which I can't remember if I have posted here] is an exploration of how anxiety makes me feel, "Hope" is more of an exploration of how I need to counter it.
