There are hidden places in SL, secret places that hide magic and dreams.
A princess seeking knowledge and beauty wandered for days and nights to find a place she had heard only in whispers. “Mayhap you will find The Temple of Sighs”, said the whispers. “Within that ancient and lonely place is an oracle, a beauteous goddess that relies on a magic sculpture called the Thirteen Winds. In that is knowledge, poetry and art”.
Finally, when it seemed she’d never find it, she climbed up a massive mountain and came upon a vale with ancient columns. The light glowed the sacred purple of the goddess’ gown and with a gentle nod from the goddess, the princess touched upon the sculpture which gave her the knowledge of the thirteen winds.
Thirteen Winds
I.
Yoked to the mill, the wind
kneels,
and with a flick of his index
spins the child’s pinwheel.
II.
The wind
staggers
taking off
rooftops
in an effort to
support
drunken
legs.
III.
Human voices are carried
to the presence of God
on the deafening wind.
IV.
It is difficult to
determine one’s direction
when all four winds
are blowing at once.
V.
The weary wind
drops everything in its hands.
VI.
When the wind blows,
scraping its blade across miles of plains to the edge of the horizon,
love is no small anchor.
VII.
A woman
throws her hair into the wind,
leans into an invisible embrace.
VIII.
Without realizing it
a man can stand in the eye,
be made more firm
by hurricane winds.
IX.
The wind
reminds the soul
that it was once
unhindered by flesh
unburdened by bone.
X.
The soul cleaves to physicality
resists the wind’s embrace
refuses to return to
disembodiment.
XI.
Ubiquitous,
the wind’s absence is most
Conspicuous.
XII.
The sun inspires
worshippers to raise hands and song.
The moon lulls
worshippers into soundless meditation.
The wind,
having no worshippers,
must demand submission
thus, forcing forward the heads of the trees,
the sacrifice of leaves.
XIII.
There is strength in solitude:
one red rose,
the diamond as solitaire.
What is so frightening then,
about that single note,
the sigh of wind?
Sculpture and original poetry by Eliza Quinzet (previously published in 2007 by RL Eliza) of Pygmalion Gallery. The Temple of Sighs is secret.
Eliza will be revealing her Fall collection or art glass and sculpture on Monday 19th, 2009
Meet the artist 3pm 5pm and 7pm to 9pm
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