“Let the water settle; you will see the moon and stars mirrored in your being.”Rumi
Artwork by Radissonclaire
Woman is not to be adored for her beauty alone, for her feminine charms. She is to be revered in all forms, from the most sublimely beautiful to the frightening, from the young girl child to the old crone, from the bloodthirsty to the motherly, from the gentle to the fierce.
I am that. I am that I am.
I am the live Essence. I am the Galactivator.
I am the human Context. I am the third eye of One.
I am the dawn of a new Era. I am the center of all Sources.
I am the intimacies of Eternity. I am the distinguisher of Realms.
I am the Light of all Luminosities. I am the the wanderer of the Path.
I am the emittance of Consciousness. I am the anima mundi of natural Worlds.
I am the consistent form of a Nebula. I am the spattered truth of Earth.
I am the ruling factor of Equation. I am the synchronization of Souls.
I am the everlasting Exoticism. I am the range of Capacities.
I am the softness of Clouds. I am the twinkle in the Eye.
I am the all Encompassing. I am the truth of Future.
I am the broken Lock. I am the Kymatica.
I am that I am. I am that. I am.
For she has returned, and her voice roaring as a thousand mighty lions, echoing for races and generations to come. No longer shall her womb be kept in chains, for her children of earth, stand in an unbreakable circle with one voice, one heartbeat and one soul united, through the darkest of hours, over the threshold, into a new dawn.
“The songs of our ancestors are also the songs of our children.“
“Originality has nothing to do with producing something ’ new’ – it is about seeking the source, the primordial ground from which you draw and have always drawn your being. It comes about when one works from one’s origins, it is the dance of the eternal return… and is as ancient as the Dreamtime.
“I’m not descended from anybody. All my ancestors are ascending from me.”
“We are a continuum. Just as we reach back to our ancestors for our fundamental values, so we, as guardians of that legacy, must reach ahead to our children and their children. And we do so with a sense of sacredness in that reaching.”
~ Paul Tsongas
Oh Mother Moon, who guides this inner world,
You are my secret dream, my hidden inmost need
Obscured by the outer facade
That keeps me shrouded in deception.
You are the gatekeeper
Of the nethermost regions of my soul.
Internal sanctums of consciousness,
Oh Luna, are your garden for my inner child.
When your luminous light shines upon me
I am naked,
Conflicted with my exoteric nature.
Oh Selene, beautiful winged Goddess!
You ride upon the intuitive waters
Of my psyche,
Expanding my resilience on golden wing,
Clipped, I am mercurial,
Quicksilver, changing from moment to moment.
Sentimental fool you take me for,
Immersing me in a pool of nostalgia
Only to rebirth the past,
Again and again.
You slumber in the dark abyss
Of my imagination, laying in wait
To reveal my aesthetic beauty.
Mother Moon, arcane enchantress,
Animating the rhythmic
Ebb and flow of all life,
Waxing maiden, waning crone,
Wandering through my clandestine realms,
Bending me to my knees, your lesson
In wholeness unravels me.
You whisper of ‘new beginnings’, forcing
Me to bury old wounds in the
Graveyard of my heart, where you stand
As guardian of my authentic Self.
A Medieval Prayer for Spiritual NourishmentRadbod (d. 917) = Waddell, Mediaeval Latin Lyrics p. 130
Hunger and thirst for seeing you, o Christ God, Now bar me from eating any fleshly food. Only allow me to partake of you And to drink of you, o draught of salvation; May you alone be food for the unknown way. And whomever lengthy hunger has eaten away As he wanders about in the world, Satiate him now, o image of the Father, With your countenance.
Aesuries te, Christe deus, sitis atque videndi
iam modo carnales me vetat esse dapes.
da modo te vesci, te potum haurire salutis;
unicus ignotae tu cibus esto viae.
et quem longa fames errantem ambesit in orbe,
nunc satia vultu, patris imago, tuo.
We need more strength, to resist our weaknesses,
We need more inspiration, to lighten up our innermind.
We need more learning, to erase our ignorance,
We need more wisdom, to live longer and happier,
We need more truths, to suppress deceptions,
We need more health, to enjoy our wealth,
We need more peace, to stay in harmony with our brethren
We need more smiles, to brighten up our day,
We need more hero’s, and not zero’s,
We need more change of ourselves, to change the lives of others,
We need more understanding, to tackle our misunderstanding,
We need more sympathy, not apathy,
We need more forgiveness, not vengeance,
We need more humility to be lifted up,
We need more patience and not undue eagerness,
We need more focus, to avoid distraction,
We need more optimism, not pessimism
We need more justice, not injustice,
We need more facts, not fiction,
We need more education, to curb illiteracy,
We need more skills, not incompetence,
We need more challenges, to make attempts,
We need more talents, to create the extraordinary,
We need more helping hands, not stingy folks,
We need more efforts, not laziness,
We need more jokes, to forget our worries,
We need more spirituality, not mean religion,
We need more freedom, not enslavement,
We need more peacemakers, not revolutionaries…
with these, we create an heaven on earth.”
~ Michael Bassey Johnson
“Oh, All-Nature, Queen, Mother of all things, untiring Mother, exalted, creating, She who tames all, Unmentionable, shining, the Firstborn who quenches everything, who brings the Light! Born of yourself, present everywhere and all-knowing You Blessed One, who makes things grow and rot, Father and Mother of all things, Universal Worker, you who walk forth in an endless maelstrom, conserving, you who uphold yourself through repeated metamorphosis: I pray to you, give me peace!“.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced;
but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”
~ William Wordsworth