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I traveled the world today, not by plane or boat, but through little gemstones glittering in glass cases. I'd gone into the jewelry store to escape, for a moment, from the unbearable, merciless summer sun, and I was met with hundreds of them beckoning me to explore. The scintillating colors of each faceted stone danced across my eyes as I wandered past each case, realizing that these were seeds of the Earth; each color, each jewel seemed to correspond to a different facet of our planet. Just as a seed carries the legacy of its mother plant, so too did every single gemstone bear the weight of the Earth's many wonders in one.
They were reminders. Reminders of environments and locales that I would most likely never see with my eyes, and only in my mind's eye. It was a bittersweet melancholy, this revelation, but I pushed it out of my thoughts and instead chose to embrace the tales of the planet laid out before me.
The emeralds first, bursting with hues of shamrock, jade, and pine, brilliant with life: they gripped my imagination immediately. My Irish heritage danced through meadows of soft clover, barefoot amongst the fae, the dew-kissed grass tickled my toes and ankles. I saw the rolling hills with the promise of adventure, their grass bent in waves by the wind, leading to a forest, lush with life, vitae dappled by sun-kissed potshots through the leaves above; leaves I wanted to touch. The fae let me, and I flew, twisting my body into corkscrews of fancy through the leaves.
Oh, and just a few steps away from the greens, the blues of sapphires! I soared through the boughs in my mind, transitioning into the roars of the ocean against rocks, salt-cured air tickling my nose, and white foam crashed up to the stones only to melt back into Prussian and cobalt whorls. I chose to settle, then, for a moment, upon the sand beat into silky submission and warmed by the sun. How the indigo danced with bursts of light as it led to the horizon, a dance I could watch forever. Closing my mind's eye, I let myself melt away into oblivion.
The crash of waves died away, the hissing rush of water over sand faded into whispers, as onyx nudged its way forward for my attention next. The darkness came, but not as something oppressive, but rather echoing into mystery, leading to shadows dark as sin in the bowels of earth. Echoes borne from drips of liquid, Heaven-knows-where, dripped onto stalagmites that grow microns taller with each gentle plop. It felt like a masculine, protective thing, this mystery. Whisper to me of unknown depths terrible and wondrous, and let's go deeper, until we feel the heat, ever-building, and experience that rumbling pressure which goes through you to the marrow.
Put next to it were the rubies, the bursts of red and crimson almost jarring, a sudden eruption from shadows into a clearing of passionate flames. It was startling to burst through to a zone of heat that rolls, boils, consumes. Undulations of crimson, vermilion, scarlet, and burgundy unfurled before my vision. With the first breath, the living furnace gets inside me, fills me, causes sparks to dance in burning lungs and rave against the walls of the heart until it's nearly too much. The earth itself forced me towards hasty egress I felt, the magma rushing for a violent birthing!..
Oh, there, the diamonds, in the sky above the volcano! A field of glory! A thousand? A million? A trillion? How could I ever hope to count these points of light, so bright, so immaculate, so perfect, with infinity caught within just one. They seemed so far away as I gaze unto them, these stars, but so close, as if I could pluck one and hold it to my breast and say, in awe of the moment, that I held light itself between my fingers. Earth led me, for a time, to Heaven, dancing with pure brilliance in a thousand facets held within a singularity.
Slowly, surely, earth brings me back, like a gentle lover cradling me, warm and serene, and I fall gently to find myself bedded among marigolds, buttercup, and daffodils, all born from the citrines. The sun warmed my face then, cheery and welcoming, kissing my cheeks and forehead with its hospitable embrace. A minute, then, to catch my breath. Two breaths. Three.
One by one I'd gone through the cases, color by color, hue by hue, each gem telling tales of the wondrous world that birthed them. Caught in imagination, I hadn't heard the first time an employee asked if I found everything all right. I looked up to them and affirmed I had.
I'd found everything just perfect, for a time, in the small expanses cut and hewn from the planet itself, from thousands of places the world over, made in-tandem by God and man.
I traveled the world today from a small, tucked away place that glittered with a thousand tiny stones.
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I traveled the world today, not by plane or boat, but through little gemstones glittering in glass cases. I'd gone into the jewelry store to escape, for a moment, from the unbearable, merciless summer sun, and I was met with hundreds of them beckoning me to explore. The scintillating colors of each faceted stone danced across my eyes as I wandered past each case, realizing that these were seeds of the Earth; each color, each jewel seemed to correspond to a different facet of our planet. Just as a seed carries the legacy of its mother plant, so too did every single gemstone bear the weight of the Earth's many wonders in one.
They were reminders. Reminders of environments and locales that I would most likely never see with my eyes, and only in my mind's eye. It was a bittersweet melancholy, this revelation, but I pushed it out of my thoughts and instead chose to embrace the tales of the planet laid out before me.
The emeralds first, bursting with hues of shamrock, jade, and pine, brilliant with life: they gripped my imagination immediately. My Irish heritage danced through meadows of soft clover, barefoot amongst the fae, the dew-kissed grass tickled my toes and ankles. I saw the rolling hills with the promise of adventure, their grass bent in waves by the wind, leading to a forest, lush with life, vitae dappled by sun-kissed potshots through the leaves above; leaves I wanted to touch. The fae let me, and I flew, twisting my body into corkscrews of fancy through the leaves.
Oh, and just a few steps away from the greens, the blues of sapphires! I soared through the boughs in my mind, transitioning into the roars of the ocean against rocks, salt-cured air tickling my nose, and white foam crashed up to the stones only to melt back into Prussian and cobalt whorls. I chose to settle, then, for a moment, upon the sand beat into silky submission and warmed by the sun. How the indigo danced with bursts of light as it led to the horizon, a dance I could watch forever. Closing my mind's eye, I let myself melt away into oblivion.
The crash of waves died away, the hissing rush of water over sand faded into whispers, as onyx nudged its way forward for my attention next. The darkness came, but not as something oppressive, but rather echoing into mystery, leading to shadows dark as sin in the bowels of earth. Echoes borne from drips of liquid, Heaven-knows-where, dripped onto stalagmites that grow microns taller with each gentle plop. It felt like a masculine, protective thing, this mystery. Whisper to me of unknown depths terrible and wondrous, and let's go deeper, until we feel the heat, ever-building, and experience that rumbling pressure which goes through you to the marrow.
Put next to it were the rubies, the bursts of red and crimson almost jarring, a sudden eruption from shadows into a clearing of passionate flames. It was startling to burst through to a zone of heat that rolls, boils, consumes. Undulations of crimson, vermilion, scarlet, and burgundy unfurled before my vision. With the first breath, the living furnace gets inside me, fills me, causes sparks to dance in burning lungs and rave against the walls of the heart until it's nearly too much. The earth itself forced me towards hasty egress I felt, the magma rushing for a violent birthing!..
Oh, there, the diamonds, in the sky above the volcano! A field of glory! A thousand? A million? A trillion? How could I ever hope to count these points of light, so bright, so immaculate, so perfect, with infinity caught within just one. They seemed so far away as I gaze unto them, these stars, but so close, as if I could pluck one and hold it to my breast and say, in awe of the moment, that I held light itself between my fingers. Earth led me, for a time, to Heaven, dancing with pure brilliance in a thousand facets held within a singularity.
Slowly, surely, earth brings me back, like a gentle lover cradling me, warm and serene, and I fall gently to find myself bedded among marigolds, buttercup, and daffodils, all born from the citrines. The sun warmed my face then, cheery and welcoming, kissing my cheeks and forehead with its hospitable embrace. A minute, then, to catch my breath. Two breaths. Three.
One by one I'd gone through the cases, color by color, hue by hue, each gem telling tales of the wondrous world that birthed them. Caught in imagination, I hadn't heard the first time an employee asked if I found everything all right. I looked up to them and affirmed I had.
I'd found everything just perfect, for a time, in the small expanses cut and hewn from the planet itself, from thousands of places the world over, made in-tandem by God and man.
I traveled the world today from a small, tucked away place that glittered with a thousand tiny stones.
[Poetry] They Have Life In Them
A few years ago I had to do an assignment wherein we did prose poetry based on nature. As one can tell from my Crystalmagne images, I'm a huge fan of crystals and gemstones, and wanted to do a piece on those. While thinking about them and their massive variety, it brought to mind the various environments and grandeur to be found in the planet as a whole, each one holding the essence of the world in them. The first draft bombed hard, but upon revising it and redoing it, it's become one of my favorite pieces.
Even though such things as this aren't exactly a kind of thing people would be too keen on in FA..if at least one or two people end up enjoying it, I'll consider it a good reason to have shared it.
Even though such things as this aren't exactly a kind of thing people would be too keen on in FA..if at least one or two people end up enjoying it, I'll consider it a good reason to have shared it.
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Absolutely beautiful and enchanting, but I expect nothing less from you. ^_^
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