Quotes by "Tamara Rendell"

Dreams are like the old stories where wolves are seekers always running, and women carry fire in their bare hands and light the dark paths before them. Old stories hold that the birds will fly all the miles of the world to tell your secrets to the rising moon, and men will walk over oceans of ice to find one truth.

WINTER'S GHOST: Autumn moon incautious in the dark river Winter’s ghost walks with a covered face and silver bones wait in all animals to be bone cloth upon her shoulder wait for her happiness in that they are silver

The forest rose like a dream from the mind of Chaos’s lonely daughter and the sun fell heavy and thick to warm the blood of a world not quite ready to live but so tired of its own imagination

We are all of life who stepped from the sea trading weightless journeys of the currents We are all of life who build and tear down and build again to find gold and silver to find scars that weep and bleed to step from the sea to stay with the sea

The storms inside uncoil into sky held calm by far seeing eyes Memories dressed in the translucent trickery of the mind, so as to wear life upon themselves, give up their tired dance and run into free frequency

You were the ocean and we were the land You lay down unflinching You lay down forgetting And you were the ocean and we were the land

Drink in the heat of an ancient sun held in the cold fire of water rising from earth and rock Spilling over your cupped hands and drawn to lips and tongue Pouring water’s memory of the azure mist it fell from into the chalice of your flesh Turning your eyes skywards with desire for the freedom it was born of

Body of Earth, body of woman call unto the stars Carry, as the river which carries the touch of the forest, carry Earth unto sky Enliven within my body of woman union with Earth, union with sky I am daughter of stars a clear river of light My soul, it is flowing unto body of woman, body of Earth woven with light

Beneath the gentle gaze of a god turned in stone holding the dreaming wish of safety in our arms