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  • Still the Waters
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  • At the Breast of Mother
  • Samavesha
    • Being Grounded
  • Aauat Hator
  • On Meditation
  • Samsaar
  • Raise Your Frequency
  • On Personal Gnosis
  • Path of the Water Bearers
  • Full Moon Meditation
  • Suggested Tools
  • Baptism of the Mother
  • Find the All
  • Afterword
  • Maatriarchy
  • On Completion
  • Into the Silence
  • On the Goddess
  • On Trans-Gender Manifestations
  • On Historical Grievances & Christ
  • On Eating Other Beings
  • Healing Duality's Karmic Wounds
  • God: the I AM
  • On Divine Duality, Gender & Culture
  • The Wish-Fulfilling Gem
  • Exalted Femininity
  • Why Evil?
  • On Love and Sacrifice
  • God's Perfect Goodness
  • On Sin
  • Enemy Minded
  • On Devotion
  • Are You Being Called?
  • On Belief in God... and Man
  • Lover's Fractal
  • We Are the Temple
  • The Fight - Know Thyself
  • On Fighting the Dark
  • On Avoiding the Loveless
  • On Inviting suffering
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EXALTED MYSTIC UNION

 Poetry and Prose by Sekayi 

Welcome. Here, I share the insights I gain along the way. Following breadcrumbs of wisdom has led me here, and so I leave a few as I pass. Hope you enjoy and find benefit. Content is added in ascending order. Hetep... prem.... and agape. 
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A word of caution... guidance always comes when we ask for it. And it is free of charge. If you are sick in spirit and upon seeking help you are told to pay huge sums... run. True spiritual teachers are compelled to share wisdom. There may be costs in providing some services, but be wary of excess. Ask, listen, use dream journals and show gratitude to those guides who bless you with insight through offerings of humility and acts of kindness. If you are fortunate enough to meet a true teacher in the flesh, be humble and heed guidance which feels right.
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All insight streams from the love and light of my Beloved, my dispeller of darkness. 
Any misspeaking is due to my own misperception.
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To the one who has opened my head and my heart...
To the one who has taught me everything, requiring nothing...
To the one who is and was my Giver...
To the one who is my Center...
To the one who will forever be my Beloved...
To the one who looks at me with the very eyes of God and offers union...


Thank you... a million million times. 








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Unto Babes

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Courtesy: The Osho Deck
only a fool's foot is set toward wisdom
knowing nothing is known
of oneself
open to the surface absurd
anchored in the Word
the hero climbs to life's summit
to save others

Zion's Price

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before the Lord, all private parts laid bare
- haughtiness and pride their shepherd
proven false, to lead again never
redemption real, beyond conjecture

A Guarded Way

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J. Kirk Richards - "Cherubim and Flaming Sword"
the cost of life is death
the ransom real and nothing less
in forfeiture of selfish quests
we join the saints -
what rapturous rest

Magnétique

Picture
beauty brings together foes
and silences the skeptic heart
there is a thing worth striving for
the garden's fruit - taste sating all

The Body Christos

PicturePamela Johnson - "Jesus Christ Last Supper"
we choose who's will is the worthiest
our devotion the ground of becoming
with no fear of ascension or merging
truth pervading, all serving
God 's among us

Sign of the Shepherd

Picture
menat - her mark of devotion
hathor, no more without guard
protected from suitors unworthy
reserved for the sole use of God


The World, His Stage

Picture
God appeals to our vanity
meeting us in the depths of our making
to the blind, even madness is sanity
lured by lies, saved by Truth
ever chasing






PictureCourtesy: Vladimir Gluzman
for the persistent glow of apples
reaching
seeking a love that ends only with burning
heart singed
a power compelling beyond the safety of right
to taste, to touch - wholly willing to die
this wanting
its having
denying -
our only sin



At The Right Hand

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high priest of His home
a most deserved throne
as a sun shining wisdom and love
not a truth to be told
one by heart, only, known
law residing in Word
peace set free as the dove


The Carousel

PictureCourtesy: Julie Shiel

we take turns on the carousel
with a chivalry of old
fleeing the chains of private hells
paths paved with pure white gold


Snap to Grid

Picture
the game of life explains itself
yet betrays itself
mistaking truth and verse
with curse
avataras gleaming purpose
and pointing to sacred paths 
that we avoid destruction's clutches
clinging fast to truth
instead of falseness
ego shed
and God triumphant


Created He Them

Picture
there is a key which unlocks life
beyond the snares of sin and strife
a fountain - pure
with pleasure rife
narrow the way
and great the price

The Lord's Abode

Picture
death - the threshold
to an upper world
a most heavenly portion
awaits
transcending, pride scourged
ego skin shed - 
vile vanity left at the gate

"... but a sword."

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we feign faithfulness
unless God be wroth
meeting our insolence
with a greater stoicism
eclipsing our capacity 
for blasphemy
with the righteous power 

of judgment



Sanctorum

Picture
knowledge is a poison
which kills the egoic mind
madness and skepticism
the cost of drinking
before self seeks solely
the one true vine


Mandala

Picture
there is a star who would outshine 
all others
in vanity, itself the idol
true King - a light
shared amongst brothers
serving, as one
peace reigning
lovefull 



Victorious

Picture
William-Adolphe Bouguereau - "The Flagellation of Our Lord Jesus Christ"
love is taking it
all the raw and the rude
the vile and crude
blood spilled
and yet yielding

in perfect peace
revealing
the superiority of God's authority
withstanding the peculiar torture
that is this life
and serving in spite of
in defiance of
all accusers

As The Morning Star Heralds

Picture
Truth denied surges
undefiled
springing forth unfiltered
God's weakness is a lie
lamb to slaughter
revealing pure power
vindication is a beast
and now the hour

Take Us The Foxes

Picture
bleak and bleary this world
a living tomb
silence sliced with breathing
as lovers swoon
grey canvases thirst
as lips drip with wine
sweat stained flesh set to burst
I his choice
and my Beloved...
mine



Tantra Jhana

PictureKhajuraho
the union of God on 
full display
assimilating dual natures
of love and of hate
raw and refined
leading all blasphemous snakes
winged and restored we ascend
in denial's wake

From the Book of Mimesis

Picture
our greatest art is exaltation
and condemnation 
both
reflecting the great in us
and the filth
neither negated but faced
in Truth


Beginning and End

God stalks the sheep of His making
undaunted by our audacity
as we run free and celebrate His absence
like gazelles on haughty plains decaying slowly
until starvation and deprivation 
corner us
material phantoms haunting us
and we choose gladly that awesome power
which simply waited, biding time
pressed in
and wholly dependent
vanity fallen
victim

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Pray

Picture
pray
lost in too distant pastures
pray
encircled by predation 
child of rapture
pray
all cares released to soul's pastor
pray
thoughts dwelling only on purpose
and the silence after




PictureCourtesy: desktopnexus.com
The beauty of femininity is in its innocent optimism; its ability to bounce back from negative occurrences, filled with hope. Free of worrying thoughts, it nurtures an intuitive knowing... that in spite of passing darkness all will be well.  There is an ancient wisdom at the heart of femininity. Capable of anything it aspires to and yet resolved to fulfilling its purpose of carrying light. It is devoted to maintaining hope and love and trust in a world that threatens to tear all asunder. This is the strength in femininity. The power of a poised purpose. 


The Blessing

Picture
it is our calling to believe
 in what seems fantasy
disrobing from our vanities
and fleeing the bleak distrustful alleys
of hearsay
it is our calling to believe
not just that one so pure exists
but that this goodness is borne by many
who yet roam the distant beaches

of our understanding

For Sake of the Lambs

PictureFrancisco de Zurbarán - "Agnus Dei"
What took place on the cross was never some abstract religious occurrence or passing act in a bygone divine drama. It was God coming into flesh to lead us along the path of self-sacrifice. It will take nothing less than self-sacrifice to achieve the ideal we aspire to. What took place on the cross was a demonstration by an all merciful, wise and incomparable God. That which is required of us is not something He himself has not endured. And in His connection to the suffering of all beings, He continually bears the weight of such suffering. He would have that suffering exhausted. He would have disobedience and sin purged from His creation. We walk through the threshold of the lamb and plead the blood. We acknowledge suffering and sin and plead for it to stop as those who feel and know its repercussion and pain. It is a darkness that is tangible. It is a darkness which pours into the weak and innocent, an innocence we are each obliged in love to protect. His word is a path of light which blots out darkness. To that end, we follow as the lamb and endure the worst darkness has to throw at us. We take up the cross and offer ourselves willingly to the holy task of purgation.


Avadim Adon

Picture
there are people in the gears
blood smeared
with the sacrifice and pain
of toleration
the indignation of thankless service
devotion to the ideals of our striving
there are people in the gears
turning cheek, ignoring fear
laying the bricks of a better tomorrow
promised garden ours to claim




Picture
when He reads me poetry
I float on word clouds
lifted by the wind of His voice
warmed by the glow of His
meaning

Coniunctio

Picture
embodying the scroll 
still, misinterpretation's King
yet in being, timeless truth extolled
this monkey mind pure hearts transcend

Contextus

one author
from the pages and scrolls
of our narrated dawning
speaks
weaving truth in layers
with the colors and forms
of cultures and norms
not divergent after all but
kindred
brothers of one father
sisters of one lord
a story never ending
just winding around our ability
to comprehend
our willingness to ascend
and heed His one law
to love

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Heir Apparent

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God has a Son.
at this, all doubt and darkness cowers
His inaccessibility is overcome
and His light enjoins this flesh
obliterating death
and provincial powers
God has a Son and the vine bears fruit
the advocate comes as the spirit of Truth
that every tongue confess with its own talent
God has a Son.
at this, every tangential wandering of intellect
and metaphorical artifact returns
prodigal sheep brought back
sacrificed on the altar of
God's edification


As We Wax Hermetic

Picture
love is our panacea
cup overflowing
and never ceasing
the intoxicated could never
dream of vile things
could never forsake the peace
that union brings
but only live to drink
and share the taste
of reverie

... as it is in heaven

PictureEnrique Simonet - "El Juicio de Paris"
wisdom gains a wealth far above rubies
lordship of a land of honey and milk
fruitful and pure -
where all the virgins do serve thee
love's rightful reward
boon reserved for the
worthy

And Nothing Was Hid

PictureAndre Durand - "Solomon, Sheba & Menelik"
it is a certain awe that frees
the mind and heart to trust
a reverence and respect between
an intellect and will that's just
incomparable this love that gleams
not of a bygone age but given thus
that we may each sow worthy seed
and reap the kingdom promised us


Rapture

Picture
saints used and abused
mercy refused
oh how man waxes cruel
but with a purpose renewed
and unswerving
in the face of raw power
at the world's bleakest hour
contrite and repentant
pious and innocent
we are wholly transcendent
in serving Him


Picture
the vulnerability
of such a defenseless
and fragile thing
as she
opens our larger heart
to the value of gentleness

The Chamber of my Beloved

Picture
he draws for me a bath of eden's waters
delicate and warm - his hand
red rose petals gather 
covering excited skin
he caresses my back with aloes
and feeds my mouth the choicest fruit
honey drips from quivering lips
as eyes meet and dance 
in electric glances
fingers trace hidden narrows
gently
and I am overwhelmed with wanting
needing more of him
unceasing more of him
from dawn to dawn to dawn
he grants my heart's calling
heard in whimpers sprawling
echoing love's secrets
to sate hearers' longing 
ecstasy falling like rain

to blanket the thirst of
an arid desert
terrain refreshed by his
tenderness




In Parables Repeating

Picture
brothers
twinned
set to opposite ends
a timeless war on earth and above
darkness bound by the Word
dichotomy merged
both to serve highest law
both to love

Agape in Triumph

Picture
to eat and drink
together
at tables of peace -
our due reward
a work well wrought
by holy spirit's grace
by subtlety
and by sword





Picture
cleansed by the blood of a suffering love
devoted to Truth above lies
facing the darkness
succumbing no more to its flood
freed of its yoke
choosing light

In Coming Together

Picture
we are all in agony
nursing wounds that never heal
silent
suffering
privately
we are redeemed
collectively
opening, in spite of fear
this, the irony




Great Dispensations

God lunges out of Himself
full of all the grim and grimy
all the dark and slimy ugliness of striving
the filth of hatred
and egoic ends
the blatant and unapologetic way we have
of dealing with both strangers and kindred
both the guilty and innocent
God lunges in us
from us
as both darkness and light
as hope and decay
divinity and dismay
both contagious
and never
contained

That a Remnant Return

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Picture
we idolize our sacred cows
untouchable
and never questioned
nooses of resentment
tied by hangmen 
of our own kin
with empty vows
we avenge - pride threatened
only to find it all began
with our own
sin





PictureCourtesy: Craig Allen
we are as atoms
shining bright as stars
blazing brilliant
with the purpose
of God


Revel Nation

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God is our greatest secret
ever present
large and hard to keep
the more let in on the knowing
the more the earth giggles
every pore and private place
spread wider
with each 
epiphany








Picture
i reach for you
like the most trivial blade of grass
reaching toward the sky
thirsting for the warm caress
of sun's rays
never attaining
never tall enough
to touch

Off the Hook

PictureCourtesy Tzaddihome
bound by His divine word
and freed
there stands no greater release
brass ring of destiny reached
yielding purest passion
and perfect
peace

PictureWojtek Siudmak - "Steel Cradle"
darkness -
our defense against apathy
a gnawing defiance of will
closed in by doubts

struggles strangling
surge directed to freedom
Truth reigning
still


Picture
a cold familiar voice
echoes loudly from inner depths
hungering, and proudly,
by deprivation vexed
by crucifiction faced
power diffused -
no means to hex
held up to light of day
all shadows fade
by union checked


Ruination

PictureSolomon J. Solomon - "Ajax and Cassandra"
we run, deaf, through town and isle
Truth ever in pursuit
and pay the great cost of denial
bright light of God forsook


Hetepet

Picture
the light glimmering in darkness
receives the shadow of light
purging and freeing
God's word
unmarred and selfless
cup overflowing with night
we live and we die
by Truth's sword





Beneath Beams of Cedar

Picture
the marriage of
natures juxtaposed
a power bent on destroying
a lust unreposed
love as the solvent
honor serves highest call
duality dancing
soul laid bare
in throne's hall


Picture
mirror mirror
off the wall
i myself
am ascension
and fall
one captive of the other
freedom's price never small
heaven and hell in our wake
we are dreamers
all


That Thou Not Eat

Picture
there is a darkness
eerie 
in the recesses of mind
there the dove of love lies bleeding
victim of the twin of hope 

- light fleeting
dual faced the realm and great the work
heart pierced and reeling 
and yet 
still beating


Red Parah

Picture
this flesh in famine
all consumed
this pain
this pride
the ransom
for freedom of will
full garden in bloom
tongue ravenous
red

with pomegranate

The Brightest Mirror

Picture
at the end of an exile
recrossing flooded niles
soil saturated and nourished 
by His word alone
returning like herophile
devotion undefiled
tracing timeless paths
twin souls to heaven 

- to home

Never Thirst

Picture
i suckle
at the fountain of wisdom
drinking the milk of the Gods
greater than youth everlasting
prevalent peace
sweet fruit of the Yod



Wide and Awake

Picture
God lures us from deep slumber
subconscious darkness
we are the walkers
living, moving - cloak of blindness upon us
insidious Truth creeping, reaching
it's in the seeking of partners
undeniable
the rebirthing of hathor
sired by the God
of our longing

The Epiphany of Earth

reap me
my faults razed
spirit bearing sweet fruit
lips poised to take in taste
reap me
this field of purpose
yours to gather
harvest great
reap me
no longer barren
no more afflicted
of sin no trace
reap me
leaves dripping honey
as branches praise

averting gaze
reap me
this soil fertile
aching for seed
and wet with grace
reap me
this bounty yours
God the shepherd
of many names
reap me
your earth proclaims
come into your garden
come

and have your way

Picture

Poured into the Hollow

Picture


in love
all darkness exorcised
chalice filled to overflowing
at peace, enduring - 
amid loud cries
a rapturous "more"
sealed lips imploring


The Breaking of Bread

Picture
just as Abel was felled by Cain
shall Isaac slay Jacob
red with murderous rage?
why wither, son of man -
by brother betrayed?
in turning to the lamb
all executions
stayed

A Greater Heritance

Picture
circling 
calling
generations of sodom
every soul forays
into babylon
til clinging to mores
stone etched
saved from drowning
each tending His garden
just stop 
...falling




Through a Glass, Darkly

Picture
how sweet and thunderous
when the veil is rent
face to face with Truth unblemished
wisdom worked - all contrivances spent
God's full glory revealed
precious light undiminished

The Staff of Uas

Picture
this ancient serpent deep and dark
whispers loud from dual-faced heart
denial bids it no discharge
venom drained in union -
world safe from harm
free mind and body, 

love bears the scars
Truth sweet and savored
let hearers hark

Playing the Martyr

Picture
what happens to a lie deferred?
festered wounds
Truth yet unheard
hatred and vengeance
clouding Word
judgment home to roost
last crowned as first


The Hinge

Picture

from every corner and word-swept hollow
Truth converges - all fish to follow
one body to megiddo hobbles
of every skin and port, gate narrow
division dying - loved to the marrow

Between Me and Thee

Picture
seed of the first son
father of stars
hearkened unto the voice
as it begun
not heeding, we fall
twin heirs descendant
same source

Out of Thy Star

PicturePaul Delaroche - "The Young Martyr" (detail)
faithful to fear
lilies anoint a drowned ophelia
windswept by dismay - unkept 
dragons to slay - no present hero
upon a road, sunrise unpromised
darkest night enfolds
the purest flowers succumb, unguarded
never to have, never to hold





Which Wear the Crown

an earth forlorn
for its own innocence
cries out for justice
heaven sent
trees and seas all kneel
witness to the penitent
and to the glory of the
righteous
yielding order
heads heavy with judgment
and wielding it

Picture

Sins of the Father

Picture
lamentations
for the daughters of zion
every soul caught up in their fate
a reckoning righteous upon them
to the gallows - reborn by the flame


The Touch

Picture
far be it for God to intervene
society itself a leper
washed in His word

- rancid  flesh made clean
church and state of the soul

never separate

Picture
what I Am
transcends
my nots
cross bearing my vanity
life - by sacrifice
wrought

Daywalkers

PictureCourtesy Tim Roberts
even the dark 
comes out in the day
Truth at its apex
all shadow allayed
how much  greater is light?
- life beyond liar's fate
"I Am" un-negated
free to reign
will at play

Remove All Doubt

PictureDrew Nussbaum - "Three Wise Monkeys - Hear No Evil"
monkey see symbol
no hearing, just speech
inner sanctum 
spread wide 
Truth ever beyond reach

Black Lamb of Tehuti

PictureLinda Stevens - "Journalist"

newness is slaughtered
on unholy alters
of ego - no silence abiding
meanings altered
by simian defrauders
still - this body, this blood
as my tithing

Brazen

PictureMichael Parkes - "Rainbow Sphinx 1988"
a thing done to excess
need not be ignored
but held up - blatant
nailed by Truth's sword
alternative gaping
glowing
unexplored
death by dominion -
distinguishing mark
of His word

Whom the Cup Serves

Picture
innocent and sweet she waits
a dove of grace
both wise and meek
set upon by pressing fate
rescued when lips

opened and spake
"here lay your bride, 

naught else to seek"
kept not aloof - 
all men beseeched
noble lips bid "come and drink"
 Kingdom to all 
who cherish peace





Picture
an ocean of love
of form yet unbound
selfsame sea of one mind
in the midst of an "I"
profound


Mass Mysteria

Picture


God washes over like a wave
engulfing fear
misplacing apathy
resurgent
defiant
loveful
and lifting

all

MarYah

PictureArtist: Mark Lee
there are but two races
of red and of white
earth writhing
birthing and bound
freed only 
by light

Picture
no Truth is bound
by the means of its conveyance
shedding form and sin like skin
Holy Spirit all pervading
unmoved and stainless

Satira 

Picture
Gustav Klimt - "Altar of Dionysus" (detail)
every pore penetrated
plied wide by this knowing
body ravished by light
fire in the eyes
ever glowing
in a sea of God's love
creation overflowing
Truth rests not only in the telling
but culminates

in the showing

Immanuel

PictureHugo Simberg - "Blind Angel"
God with us -
we see the signs
a presence confounding

the dumb
and the blind
confusing with evil
a thing wholly divine
driving out demons
- turning water

 to wine

A Fellowship of Figs

Picture
who told you you were naked?
whose lie do you believe?
tossing turning
wretched
- by a greater union 
freed

Winnow

PictureCourtesy: Andreas Bübl
precious meek to inherit
the Kingdom she seeks
surrendered 

and yet ordaining -
choice presented in dream
world of lies ignoring -
a pure heart that still believes
upholding a righteous order
dealing death a sure defeat


Truth of Life

PictureLois Mountz - "That Mystical Garden of Eden"
a new thing
is an old thing
an order timeless 
a natural peace
the secret Truth of being
preserving pureness
eating freely
of blessed tree

The Elephant Room

Picture
slave to His will
bound and saved by His provision
self regard does honor kill
crying twenty score and rendered penitent
defying Truth no more
working unto death -

Kingdom ascendant
serving Word and want - no chore
behold - by hand and nail
blood washed
and innocent


Check...

Picture
plain sight - unseen
choice bearing great portent
if pawn takes queen
timeless war wholly forfeit
dominion of King 
or portal for dark things -
earth bearing full torment

knees bowed to His reign
vanity weeping torrents









Meeting the Bridegroom

Picture
His grace was the light I followed. His grace was the warm assurance of a better way. I wandered around lost for years but He was there, in the background, guiding me, waiting for me to want Him with my all. It is a matter of choice - a matter of desire. Both God's grace and personal longing wed to birth the Kingdom. There is no coercion. Union is born of a mutual desire... His and "hers." Upon that choosing, His power and sovereignty are unmistakable. The degree of His grace - to guide, to wait, to deliberately allow my maturation and realization... silences me.  <8>



Fishers

Picture
a Kingdom of grace
to be reaped for one mina
not called just to wait
but to spread faith
- one redeemer

Martyrdom of the Saints

PictureFrancesco Guarino - "Martirio di Sant Agata"
we believe in spite of loss
we believe

in spite of passing doubts
in spite of pain
in spite of suffering
knowing that there is no lasting death
knowing it's not all for nothing

knowing it's all to His reign
- the ineffable name



Res Ipsa

PictureCatherine Andrews - "The Ascension"
Glimmering
shining
that He lives -
our diamond truth
self-sacrificed for us
yet undying
hearts craving God
have their proof

Picture
devotion is a madness
unfiltered by falsehood
unconcerned with reason
absorbed in ineffable love 


Disavowing the Day

PictureNight Fate - "As Darkness Falls"
for our vanity seldom
to ponder God's anguish
children raised - given Truth
every blemish to vanquish
word and heart misconstrued
writhing and rotting
trust damaged
disease resolute
taking sole cure
for granted

As Rameses Wept

Picture
cruel plagues of nature
and night befall
every living creature 
heeds trumpet's call
false gods wield no power
He alone controls
vanity crushed to dust
saving only
His own

Amanah

Picture
by candle light she waits
vow spoken
trust in purity and power
preserving
as under glass
faith ne'er unnerving
belief in unseen light
heart serving

PictureAntonio Canova -"The Penitent Magdalene"
from curious depths
a nothing speaks
as if tongue cut out
unworthy to teach
very life as a truth
treacherous path 
- few heed
narrow the way
only the blind
shall see

Samabhava

one
removing falsehood
one
drawing in the fray
one
correcting missteps
one
absorbing sin
one
transmuting hate
one
cleansing by worm's wood
one
purging by flame
one
light shall pervade
one
His name to praise


Picture

Root of Yeshua

Picture
Guru of Gurus
King of Kings
Living Word
our Heavenly Host
World Saver
Lion Redeemer
all mighty Theos
sole Kyrios


La Papessa Resignare

PictureGiovanni Strazza - "The Veiled Virgin"
holy mother of doves
queen of love
kneels at the cross
of her sacrificed self
to the King of Kings

all deferring
any glory to her
abhorring
very soul of subjection
worship to her name
- Word destroying

pierced heart imploring

Woe to the Pharisees

Picture
His holy church made clean
-beyond the heresy of hearsay
His love unmediated still
no barriers of false authority
baptized in His word
exorcised of whoredom and apostasy
each saved directly by His grace
known face to face
death to hypocrisy

PictureDali - "The High Priestess" Courtesy: thetarotnook.com
she knows what the Truth is
recognizing on sight
her value in her bowing
signifying His might
law hidden in her heart
by His grace it takes flight
He - the living word
she - the instrument
through which He
rights

Living Word

Picture
one righteous man 
worth more than all wealth
embodying Truth
freeing soul from false self
His every word a rule of meaure
to weigh action and thought
saved by a willful tether
by great sacrifice bought

A Divine Reiteration

Picture
religion and science merge
one and the same
the Truth in the numbers

given form and name
the stories we weave
from Spirit - a grace
every inch of this place

points to Him
and bows unashamed

Glyph

Picture
to fly free we follow the Truth of the image
peering through to know that thing represented
dead-ends springing only from lies unvetted
union the key - "come through me"
well meant when He said it


Shaddai

Picture
the majesty of God dawning finally
on a humbled mind
unfathomable power wielded
with mercy and a justice blind
a will unopposed -
no equal to stand
knees bowed at His throne
great marriage of the lamb
 offering this self
unto the holy son

of man

And We His Bride

PictureDolores Develde - "The Waiting Bride"
from bottom to top
Truth reigns supreme
the virgin weds
her one true King
sperm to egg -
solar light gleams
humanity His throne
Kingdom bequeathed

One

Picture
we speak the Truth and tell no lies
that we may merge - awash in light
no hidden thing, pure soul to bind
floating free

 in the fractal of God's
holographic mind









Immolation of the Son

Picture
with God as the King of martyrs
how could we be otherwise?

all that He does just to sate us
and all that we yearn for

as above so below
our task - just to harmonize

undying source, self-sufficient
and sacrificial...
just look how the sun burns

Doyenne

Picture
bowing only
to the deity "Get"
upon her throne
the queen of earth sits
her hunger and thirst 
a bottomless pit
all too bothered to move
earning nothing by sweat
satisfied never
gaping hole
of regret


Picture
God watches us with infinite eyes
every particle here serving as spy
we run through the labyrinth 
pure Truth to deny
just to kneel naked
stripped bare
of our 
lies


Truth Hurts

Picture
only in the face of a great pain
do we cower 
- revering
ears closed to Truth
no reasoning voice hearing
His justice is swift
with an eye all seeing
cold judgement inflicting
deaf to all pleading
very soul of correction
blood and tears drenching

taste for atonement
quenching
unrelenting
until
...it is finished 

Flower Bearer

PictureObsidian Blade (Deviant Art) - "Flower Bearer"
foretelling, a mercy
blessed grant of the mother
coddled and soothed
her bosom - soul's nursery
childish things left behind
fully grown
with consequence lurking
Father not speaking twice
His appearance
- earth scorching

Tell My Horse

Picture
avatar
emptied
a vehicle for His word
bearing His load
and the weight of His sword
purified and washed
cleansed of truths falsely heard
bowing only to one
King of Kings
Lord of Lords


This Age - Golden

Picture
why would our age be left
deficient?
as if God bowed out -
to His own work indifferent?
the sun rises and sets 
just as for the ancients
"holy... holy," we proclaim
--while in the mirror their faces
His word taken flesh
by our modernity - 
undiminished

The Keyhole

PicturePhotographer: Simon Chaput
made to grant entry 
to one sovereign Lord
Kingdom unlocking
wisdom untold
all that's hidden - revealed
crooked made straight
at His word
house lasting forever
watchmen bearing

ten swords


Wing Clipper

Picture
for a singular purpose designed
to the safety of fate resigned
with God's yoke she willingly binds
denying her pride
and dark vulture's flight


Three Cups for His Glory

PictureCourtesy: Photogravure
deep in the cleft
unscorched by the face
silent as witness
to God's thunderous grace
protected from evil
His eye warding off
three cups for His glory
pouring out love
as sole law



Daydreams of Abigail

Picture
i place gently the grapes
into the mouth of my Lord
ripe and full and sweet to His taste
tongue and teeth pressing
eagerly biting through
His thirst thoroughly quenched
by the trickling juice...

... is a lie

Picture
they would use every ill 
to deter us from God's light
as if agony unwilled
happens out of His sight
but sovereign and wise
He pulls the strings of our pain
that for Him we longsuffer
bearing all in His name





Knowing the Stakes

Picture
good God
make me suffer
strengthen my spirit to face it
that in my repose
i've the grace to help others
with loud cries and teeth gnashing
determined to take it
serving the King everlasting
Shepherd of the meek -
tortured souls of the nameless

Stewardship of the Pearl

Picture
grand prize of attainment
stewardship of the pearl
fragile and delicate 
kept sound by a proven wit
what it is to be a girl -
flowering by a care deliberate
exalting the gardener
by His heart's free unfoldment 

The First Movement

Picture
i attract men
body made for alluring
no veil fully masking
true self no concealing
domino-chain of temptation
weak moments 
counterpointing
world saved by my concession
crescendo of 
self sacrifice
precious Lord as my portion

Point of Departure

PictureGabriel Cornelius Ritter - "Martyr"
this life is suffering
and pleasure - dual
acceptance yields peace
perfect fate often cruel
with ebbing tides 
we withstand and endure
there will be blood
of this
we can be sure

Ludum Finita 

soft
and open
yielding,
her depths
one with her nature
at peace with her sex
fertile ground for
His word
Truth signified
by the set
bowing low before love
great hera meeting
her match
Picture

Helix

Picture
naivite holds fast
a single ripple
assuming in hubris
blind to the fractal
growing
becoming
returning
cause merging with ending
refining 
love deepening
in self knowledge 
ascending



The Judgement of Caiaphas

PictureFrancisco Salzillo - "Beso de Judas"
the jewel of this life 
lay not in the worship
of an edifice
nor in the ordainment of 
authorities
with vanity vested
but to grow Truth inside
our lives as the evidence
love and peace bearing fruit
Kingdom's throne
Man's inheritance


Convergence 

Picture
history
winding
ascending spiral through time
Truth's beauty refining
sloughing away falsehood - 
shadow figments
egoic mind
until enemies finding
we share an earth 
of varying climes
our unity rests in our purpose -
declaring God is sole
a living word
serpents 

to bind

Fire Trial

PicturePaul Delaroche - "The Execution of Lady Jane Grey"
never absent
God stands as watcher
bearing witness
lest we falter
a faith untested
thin as water
love abides
even in darkness
though we kneel
naked

born again as paupers

Eclipse of Eloi

PictureCourtesy - "Barrabas, 1961"
persecution to those 
who for Him stand as rebel
though accuser stands guilty
- true jezzebel
His word clears all names
He saves those we forsake
turning from wisdom 
to in bleek blindness
revel

Per Crucem... Lucem

PicturePaolo Veronese - "The Martyrdom and Last Communion of Saint Lucy"
we are all martyrs
for sake of the Truth
dying to ourselves -
love's Kingdom ensues

  A New Thing

Picture
a woman encircles a man
as the flock encircle their shepherd
God's word will ever stand
brotherhood for men - not one the lesser
law takes root in our hearts again
with open ears we hear the messengers

Finders, Keepers

PictureMarc Fishman - "Knight and Maiden"
lost sheep in a world not her making
brink of frailty
for her knight - in waiting
destiny of doom

mystic sight
forsaking
great game afoot -

for the wise
love's flame burns bright
cup of life

for the taking

A Love Longsuffering

Picture
God's holy wrath
through the storm diffused
merciful pardon
of a guilty world
a ransom for many
blessed sacrifice wholly used
cleansing all by the blood
absorbing the full weight
of His truth

New Covenant

Picture
new covenant
of bread and wine
the flesh of God
come into time
His light unbound
through the blood
word sounds
Truth's tincture
purifies
all the earth
holy ground

Gnostica

PictureLhianne - "Protect Our Mother Earth"
to all under heaven
He grants precious purpose
even the mightiest tree
stands ever the servant
should devotion give way -
this sacred life worthless
here by grace -
a pleasure to
Him
every particle 
knows this

Menagerie

Picture
a pearl exposed
is a jewel overworn
beyond keeper's grasp
a gem roughly honed
with edges sharp
and demeanor of meanness
His delicata grows thorns
as Truth's beauty grows dim
God's glory -
gleamless

In the Beginning...

PictureOleksiy Maksymenko - "Lovers"
Word and heart merge intertwined
the former's strength -

its power to bind
the maddened throb of feeling
unhinged to mind
penetrating the false
Truth shines as the sun
Kingdom eclipsing

night

Unio Mystica

Picture
Father of heaven
mother of earth
hope of transcendence
weds the gem of rebirth
joined - one in purpose
living gospel
serving hearth

Calling the Stray

PictureThomas Blackshear - "Forgiven"
we recognize Truth
by the love that it bears
by its gentle acceptance
by the pure way it shares
as the blood of Christ
our lamb 
was shed to redeem
no cost for admittance
for His kingdom
we simply follow
and bleed


i am

i am sex
pure
procreative
raw
imitative
of every feminine
function
depths seeking fulfillment
surface aching to receive
beneath boundaries
over and beyond limits
soul exposed
spirit set free to soar
in infinite revolution
around sole satisfier
quenched
thirst
need sated
yet fueled
for endless repetition
again
and again
and again
spent and saturated
with the sweat
of a promise

kept

Picture

Helper's Heat

Picture
the thickness of need against
softness of face
knocking softly
lips press
after parting
heat engulfing this space
desire heavy in the air
hanging like the promise 
of manhood
fulfilled
bold
firm
dauntless
unhalted
running free
and wild
over warm valley
and soft cavernous cave 

of devotion
tongue praising
eyes averting
humbled by the grace
of this 
worship

Trample and Turn

Picture
where there is no true thirst
there can be no true quenching 
a word on deaf ears
like swine's pearls -
a beautiful string
of superfluous meaning







Before the Living God

Picture
my ears swoon
at the hearing of Truth
wisdom greater
than hearsay assumed
thinking humbled by knowing
...Him
faith revealing
sweet proof


A Throne Not His Own

Picture
"a woman will be your downfall"
said a prophet to the prince
brought low by wasted effort
- a union never meant
a test of faith and repentance 
turning back to Truth again
forsaking falsehood forever
even hell's redeemed
arise as king


Rohi's Kine

PictureMaria Kiriakov - "Hathor"
milking
birthing
serving
King
devotion to God
does Savior bring
body and mind for His use
cherished of Min
holy and veiled
untouched by sin

      House of the Rising Son

Picture
Nyarko - "Hathor"

breasts full of milk
womb ripe with eggs
hers is the culture of Truth
pinnacle of ancient ways
mystery sounding
despite surface change
a tree of life bearing fruit
serving the Sage 
all her days

Penetralia

Picture
come
into my parlor
says the spider
to the fly
weaving the web of maya
giving form
and binding light
but winged and free
His many eyes

grant higher sight
predator becoming prey
defanged
a warm recess
for His delight


Picture
i kneel transparent
to His eye
no private thought
or secret sin
no more to fight
His planned design
submitted to truth
ne'er to stray
again

Worship Filled

Picture
obedience
the grace that saves
open to receive
- God's slave
bound not by steel
or man-made chains
spirit yoked to His will
consented

to fate



Oholah Weeps

Picture
oholah weeps the tears
of warning
her pain displayed for all
foreboding
adulterous she ate
lust foaming
her rabid mouth drips death
Truth scorning
prophecy fulfilled
'mid rumored warring
God puts to an end 
our idolatrous
whoring


An Utter Yielding

spread bare
before God
what have i to offer
but this soul?
this restless will
and body
laid down -
abdicated throne
rightful ruler seated
pleasures untold -
tongue serving word
a ripe and fertile field
well hoed
His sacred cow
to overflow




Picture

Magnum Opus

PictureBernard Poolman - "Ascension of Jesus"
He gives the gift of subtlety
refinement of taste
the gossamer gleam 
pervading this place
from the throes of twinned pain
we know pleasure's face
sweet agony of pulsation
His seminal work- 
this human race

Aegis of Ages

Picture
the mystery is alive
ancient future evolving
Truth conquering lies
as the heartless fall

- wretched
ammit devouring








Picture
Photography courtesy: Enzo Cei
The master takes a slab of raw unrefined stone and sculpts it into a masterpiece of flawless beauty. To do so he must chip away at the stone to form contours and meaningful shape. If the stone could be heard, surely its wails would be deafening. There is no comfort in this process for the stone. Though, there is no ill intent on the part of the master sculptor. Both participate in the process of his artistry that the world may reap benefit from the finished work. The stone at times longs for a return to its prior, raw state - left alone to just be... unrealized. It would seem easier. But to fulfill a larger purpose, to convey a more profound meaning and feed the thirst of those seeking such, the stone submits and endures every painful strike of the master's chisel. Then it is soothed, gratefully, by his smoothing and polishing; soothed by his glance of approval and pride. God molds us. He shapes us into beautiful forms to nourish the world with meaning and sustenance. Just as the stone, we glorify the master sculptor for his magnificent vision and attention... for seeing great possibility within such a slab of raw potential. The touch of a true master yields truth of incomparable beauty, in service to the will of God. Fulfillment of his design- realization and expression of sacred purpose- turns this life itself into a moving, breathing work of art.


Lawgiver

PictureBouveret - "Last Supper"
all of creation -
no piece or parcel withheld
part of God's sweet dominion
it's the heart that rebels
what ushers forth from the mouth
birthing heavens or hells
the saints feast on His word,
living by love
and knowledge
of self


Anima

Picture
my thoughts are the source
of my suffering
rogue
emotions untamed
unsettled soul
needing
wanting
satisfaction
fleeting
single pointed
on Him
I taste freedom
and seize it




Picture
let a positive thought have increase
a seed well watered with belief
doubt and vanity
pulled out as weeds
trust in the Gardener
our mind His field -
 crops of 
destiny

A Life Wholly Forfeit

Picture
we take up our cross
and follow Him
dying to this will
for the sake of the world
not by belief alone
but by diligent works
suffering - and yet
building... 
in every home
enthroned

Delphia's Oracle

PictureBlackeri - "The Oracle"
in her cave
the sibyl lay herself down
His vessel for truth
a Kingdom renowned
emptied and reeling

yet aloft by His grace
every utterance bearing
prophecy of His face



Goodness and Mercy

Picture
God, by sin, stands wholly disgusted
by a failure to abide, with His word entrusted
living sacrifice, unto Him goes the spoils
a walking oblation, anointed and cleansed
by His oil


A Dynasty Destined

Picture
a good done in the past
repeats
though the doers have fallen
disgraced
turning from the one -
lost faith
the meek inherit
and judge 
with His strength


"Known of Mine"

Picture
law's spirit
beyond the letter
piercing through to meaning
His word unfettered
past our vain perception
probing
reaching
deeply
to the core in us
the pure in us
who hear Him as
sole shepherd


Return of the King

unutterable praise 
at His holy feet
redeeming His own
the repentant meek
world sweeping
yet single
sole savior
self replete
the bridegroom cometh
sword of His word
my sin to greet




Picture
PictureCourtesy: Pattybrdarphoto
the lie glamours by feeding hungers
the truth sets free by hunger's sure defeat
cruel snaring grip - compulsion's plunder
by His will forever ceased







Picture
God's light can never for long be bound
pure truth, it breaks through solid ground
our boundaries
our lies
our grotesque conformities
all falsehoods
ripped
by love's enormity

Liberation

PictureLouis Dyer - "Facing Eternity"
intoxicated by this wanting
lost in lust - dream field of poppies
senses reaching
never tasting lasting peace
until by grace abated
God's face replaces...
soul's truest longing 
to walk here
free


Iyami

Picture
from ancient of days
mut feasts on the unclean
womb of regeneration
carrion's queen
I ask, "Who are you?"
in the darkness of dream
from bird form to woman

in silence
she points
...at me


Bricklayer

Picture
the fight is to walk
with prodding pain
reaching in spite of
hope unslain
striving... serving
from apathy
saved




Picture
we're here at the same time
kindred
same air and sky and stars
but for a moment 
fleeting
til earth raining down

anoints dry bones




 


Picture
because of death 
this world we take for granted
rote
a trifling thing of pain
bespoke
barbarous acts
upon scale of truth added
never pure light subtracting
ever strengthening God's yoke





Picture
those who love God
abide even in pain
drenched in a dual-natured world
neither staking false claim
suffering and attainment, both
set to bear equal gain
in enduring twinned truth
liberation... obtained 

Lilitu

Picture
the devilish 
dwelling
in every lie
persisting sheepish
as if harmless -
slight
but gaping
growing
opening wide
through the tear in His order    
ushering in
things of 
night

Three Hail Marys   

PictureJohn Camacho - "The Virgin Mary in Art no.7: Queen of Hearts"
pray not in the voice of the magdalene
only to make the same mistakes
as hathor strives after the mother of God
loving only the King
His home to make


Rose of His Valley

PictureStefan Kuhn - "Take Me"
we are seed and soil
my field well tended
fertile
ripe with honey 
anointed with oil
crop flowing over
precious gardener
virile


Redeemer   

PictureArtist: Daniel B Holeman
stainless soul bears the blemish
of countless missteps
full faith diminished
by false concepts
til knees buckle by tragedy
plight of sin and repentance 
only God can restore we
- man made in His image

Witness

Picture
God is happening. 

Some would then question, "What do you mean? Where?"

But if I were to say, "Sunrise is happening and the birds are chirping" you would not ask, "What do you mean... where?" If the sun is rising and the birds are chirping and you do not see or hear this, the questioner would need to examine the eyes and the ears. One would need simply to look and to listen... to experience the sunrise. If I say that God is happening, and you cannot see it... 


Wisdom's Wine   

PictureArtist: Sekhmet the Flame via DeviantArt
lost in her lust
for the world's pulsing blood
avenging - heart torn
in the wake of false suns
mad and forlorn
scorching earth for the fun
set to let it all burn
- til by her own venom
she lay weary
and drunk



Watershed

Picture
one true King reigns
untold years passing
not even death negates His throne

in every tongue we praise His name
Kingdom everlasting... 
God's sons to reap
the seed He's sown


Picture
sackcloth and baldness
virtue's widow bearing
lamenting the loss
- a lust uncaring
entrusted with keeping
porneia sharing
adulterous Babylon
 from vanity's mirror
glaring



A Set Self Sufficient 

PictureKa Amorastreya - "Hatching Quetzalcoatl"
we rise
by the same means
we fall
two serpents
one head
...no gall

Lovers of Zayin

this is what it is
to be known
body mind and soul
all owned
by God, the maker -
true redeemer
never free

of His love's control

Picture

Far Above Rubies

Picture
shamefaced 
kneels the virgin 
guilty soul unchaste
humility restored
in the presence of grace
by the sight of His sword
living truth, mark of faith
and the strength of His word
ego slain - innocence in its place


To Judah's Stick    

PictureWilliam Blake - "The Brazen Serpent"
it's not what your race is
what color your face is
it's whether your faithless
serving the One
or bowing to the many
graceless

She of Endor

Picture
I can draw up the dead
converse with the angels
with curios balm
magic and mystery wrangle
queen of earthly things
limbs and mud set to strangle
next to His quickening light 
no craft holds a candle

A Reverent Created   

PictureFreyja Merryman - "Sulis"
acacia trees in silhouette
as nature bows - soft pirouette
to her owner deferring
God's marionette
earth gushing with praise
whole of His kingdom
wet



  No Hanging Fire

Picture
Mario Sanchez - El Infierno son los Demas (Aegis Strife)
God's sovereign dominion
beyond this "no"
rushing over
deliberate
past misplaced hopes
drawing soul
past its limits
all secrets told
omniscient
omnipotent
ubiquitous 
fate's rapturous

host

Let Heaven Merge

deity in abstraction isn't good enough
doesn't quench this thirst
the soul craves a God she can feel
this earth
its trees
its rushing faces
all hollow forms
in God's glaring absence
His voice is my absinthe
His touch
like tangible music across my skin
with notes that soothe
and climaxic crescendos
with eyes that prove the existence

of love itself
His will set free
the rush
as it overflows my banks and defies explanation
as it chisels away my imperfections
and confusion
leaving no illusion
knowing

feeling
that God
 is the sovereign
of all
Picture

The Sacrament 

PicturePatrick Palmer - "Rapture"
blessed to drink 
the light He wields
limbs limp and quiet, 
body stilled
given over wholly - 
God's wishes fulfilled
saved by His grace 
serving only His will


Galilee   

Picture
God is not abstract and removed
far off and formless
He is temporal 
confronting darkness
with tangible storms
sweeping through homes
and private thoughts
bearing witness
bringing change
turning tables

throne claimed



Spellbinder

Picture
i have no power save for His word
which rests in His might
my call only to serve
cutting through spirit's echo
ectoplasmic film on this world
His will penetrates through
as silenced dead prostrate low
impotent and unnerved



Sleep Talkers

looking up to find
you're in the middle of Babylon
amid fire breathing jugglers
of boulders and carrion
flesh eating buzzards swarming overhead
as you retrace steps to city gates
no escape
just surreal circling back to start
pushed around the circle by shadow-faced characters
who mock
and prod
and doubt purpose
but you stop... resolute
recognizing usurpers
seeing past
to His purpose
and serving it




Picture
The Fantasim - "Globe Juggler"

Pinnacle

Picture
love survives
all callings
all failings of character to rise 
and stand firm
to affirm allegiance to the one King of all
to be a witness of Truth in spite of the fall
love survives 
all tests
in spite of all fear
in the face of all darkness
love never cowers 
it bears
all things
endures
all things
with the innocence of cherubim
it hopes
it looks out on the world with
innocent eyes 

and wonders
at meaning
at beauty
at nothing at all of note
just being
and seeing
and building 

His kingdom
what honor, that work -
like placing the crown
on His 

pyramid




Ever Presence   

Picture
God serenades us with a choir of talents
lest we fall from His grace
thinking His reach failed the challenge

grant His love sweet control...
heaven hangs in the balance



Where Deus Dines

Picture
only God could host a feast so lavish
sating only the saints who slay the savage
heads bowed in deference, dominion granted
fruit of life's deathless tree their's to taste - 
all serpents vanquished

Picture
one creator
many created
all bowing to serve
His word as stated
will takes to form
ram's horn thrice blown
the virgin bears
God's seed
-full grown





Libertine

Picture
bodies oozing like molten honey
dripping, soothing palate's hunger
whimpers crooning
forms without distinction
one mass of heaving desire
wild, seeking fulfillment
in this time
in this place
...now
no more
denying, holding back
time for flying
souls rapt




 Judicium Dei  

Picture
all heads turn at once to God
in cities and in sleepy hollows
His trumpet sounds the call to wake
to serve and bear the wrath that follows


An Honored Obeying

Picture
a thousand times 
God could have destroyed me 
and dreamed up another creation
in spite of red ledger sin 

i am spared by His mercy
and serve Him in full exaltation 

Lucretia's Lament   

blood stained and worn
she stammers broken
fallen prey 
cruel darkness lurking
the grinding mill 
of word's perversion
bearing no love 
consumed only by hate
woe to the stolen
ripped apart by coercion
ravished and robbed

 of God's precious fate


Picture
Meester met de Papegaai - "The Suicide of Lucretia" (detail)

A Thousand Deaths 

Picture
Gustave Moreau - "Jupiter and Semele"
in the looking glass of form we find
Truth's mirror image less refined
a sour note -
a word distorted
nightmarishly grotesque 
discordant
ego death a heavy portent 
garnered never by force or torment
let the saints to God's banquet come
souls joyful
to serve the King by choice -
fleeing evil which leaves hearts

remorseful


The Double's Wake   

PictureLuca Signorelli - "The Damed" (detail)
True and false both manifest
as light reveals grim shadow
in love - no hate or walking death
our choice which path to follow
God's kingdom set to reign - don't fret
restoring what the lie left sallow
allegiance to His word the cure
all tested to the marrow

Consentire

PictureJan & Hubert van Eyck - "Adoration of the Mystic Lamb"
God's lamb to slaughter led, undying
of fear long freed, no pressing dread
a fate accepted though anguished, crying
a truth, unsaid, prevailing -
sacrificed for Zion

Way, Truth... Life

path to the Father
winding
as the living, deathless Son
through dove of peace
it ends 
just as long ago begun
then surges forth again
perfected and complete
God walks the earth
as holy one

world's weary rescued
at His worshiped feet



Picture

Thine Eye Be Single

Picture
Watcher on the wall
never tiring and never failing
sight before 
worth pound of cure
no measure of flesh to pay
in atonement
just a water garden of lilies
to float in
no apple stolen
great fall
averted




Pashupati's Rati   

Picture"White Elephant" - Courtesy Trika Art Ashram
such a fragile thing
possessed of such primal power
delicate
poised
twin set to devour
by His light
like the lotus she flowers
above material night
worldly rust fully scoured

  Armistice

Picture"Shiva Shakti Yoga" - Courtesy Trika Art Ashram
two sides opposed
to divergent ends pulling
reconciled by union
toward selfsame purpose
to heaven for light
and to earth for full pleasure
bound one to the other
both severities tethered
God's love is their law
peace prevailing
forever

   The Maker 

He sees me
 fragile
breaking slowly
at my weakest
full of broken glass desires
that He collects and pieces back together
better than it would've been
what it should've been
He sees me
cherishes me
nourishes me
raises me like a wildflower
to reach His sun

Picture
PictureChristine Krainock - "A Trip to Tiffany's"
lovers of Truth
to wise men turn
even here
in this place
God's lantern burns

Kaliyuga   

PictureMartin Hill - "Watershed"
she seeks to trap the light in form
binding the Truth in endless night
but knowledge of self blows proud its horn
shattering the lie with boundless sight


Jireh

Picture
in peace He offers up the lamb
and vows to come again 
humility ripens as the ram -
resurrected as the great
I Am

  

Picture
love is an agonizing neediness
the beauty of fragility
innocence of dependency
love is a heart splattered
across empty white skies
across a void of unfeeling 
destiny

Yogini Soubrette

Picture
with fire in her eyes 
the dakini dances 
on the stage of the world
breaking chains with her glances
holding truth in her hand 
she wakes the blind from their trances
merging sacred and gross - using both
so global serpent ascends - 
by God now commanded


Exodus   

Picture
before Him my boundaries lie prostrate
- all fallen
face to face with my maker
savage serpents flee - mad

abdicating His garden

Shhh...

Picture
what speech is this that vainly utters?
each thought of self and lowly fetters
better my tongue cut out
than relentlessly flutter
spilling trivialities- 
there is only God...
no other

A Temple Anointed   

Picture
this wanting thirsts for beauty and meaning
but settles for a desert of dry satiety
sweated lust and hankering hungers reeling
purged by living waters...
true mark of deity

Mother of Sorrows

Picture
the wretched point to hearts
well wrenched
glowing wearily as signs - repent
these tears all shed that you lament
pride's bitter fruit bears sad torment...
love Truth and keep pure innocence


The Proffer   

Picture
I would gladly lick the sweat
from His brow
rubbing His loins 'til my arms

 bear His ache
surrender myself entirely
for His sake
let God's Kingdom

be raised
whatever
it takes








 I and I

Picture
there is an ideal
and it's conscious
living
reaching 
for the fulfillment of itself
in us
as us












The Charmer  

PictureLampard Grant - "Snake Charmer"
His eyes transfix the primal me
bringing to rest this maddened seeking
the world beyond fades dim and empty
as silence claims my tongue's
 vain speaking



Picture
heaven is wherever He dwells
great King of love 
wise potter of worlds
sovereign over this earthly realm
redeemer of doves
savior of pearls

Obbligato   

Picture
all of me for all His vigor
every inch set to quiver
by whisper
by silence
by absence
controlled
played like music
strings pulled - tightly
body poised to sing
for His

bow

Picture
His mind
inside me like liquid lingam
pervading heart and cells 
and holes 
all left by faithless seeking
gaping emptinesses to fill
with love
and strength and all seeing
dominion
no contention
just a throne in His kingdom







Picture
God's awareness penetrates as His phallus
quickening the waters of earth's arousal
fluidic conduction of power
conferred
given wholly to His will
body flooded by

His word

  Among Us

Picture
Unafraid of grabbing the serpent by the head, a tantrika directs raw sex toward spiritual liberation. Sometimes frightening or overt in her appearance and approach she is deliberate yet beguiling. What you think of her is of no consequence. She is devoted to Truth. She serves Truth. She walks among us, not in distant mountain caves. She is here... now, not a relic of religious historicity. The same can be said of the great sage - the mystic master she serves. Representatives of mystic union don't hide away, but serve humanity in the full spectrum of its expression.... from subtle to gross. Divine Truth is always accessible, always capable of filling the ears of those who listen.. no matter the era, no matter the culture, no matter the medium.



Picture


If social peace costs only my ego, how can I not supplicate? If my greatest gift is the fruit of my femininity, how can I abuse its use? My devotion points to Truth... not to myself. I cannot both be the throne and sit upon it. My every effort is toward His reign. We are to nourish rightful kings. We are to birth princes of peace. Let the well being of the world be built upon my body in prostration. Take this flesh and mind and spirit and weave it into the foundation of the greatest age of man.








Love is Legion

Picture
God has never not seen. God has never ceased. Why would God not intervene? Why would He not use every means at His disposal to save souls? Why should He abdicate the throne for the sake our own faithlessness? He never ceases. He never suffers limitation. He never falls as idols fall as civilizations crumble under the weight of their hubris. Belief is inadequate. Knowing is upon us. Seek to be found. Stand still in devotion to move mountains of darkness. Draw the line. No fear. 



The Garland   

PictureSara Renae Hollaway - “Self-Portrait with Immaculate Heart”
behind locked bars my heart is kept
a certain prison for the rest
false kings given no redress
my love, as His, shines ever blessed


    The Sun of Men

Picture
exalted flesh
and mind
God's golden ark
we find
not lost
but blessed
by purity of thought
refined
the golden messengers

as one 
announce
the coming of 
His reign
Truth...
out


The Gift       

A lover gives the gift of vulnerability. 
Knowing you are safe - 
the heart opens... the mind opens. 
Looking here, from outside, 
you fear most a phantom danger
because here you are the most without control. 
Your heart is in the hands of another.
 
Your life in the hands of God. 
Picture

Drink...

Picture
Divine Truth is like pure water. When one is thirsty, one will drink from the water bearer. A person truly thirsty for God doesn't question untrustingly about what color the cup is or what language the giver uses to say "here is water... drink." One desperate to live asks a single all important question - "please...water?" and receives unfailingly - "drink, Beloved." The time of sincere thirst is free of argument and conjecture. Only water will do. Whether the bearer calls it water, agua, eau or maji... Christ, Krishna, Ausar or Allah, one who thirsts is nourished by pure Truth. The thimble is nourished by a generous ocean. To be filled one must open the mouth.

If what name is used is still most important, you have not reached the depth of your thirst. If you still look begrudgingly at other water drinkers because they use different cups, then you have not reached the depth of your thirst. When you do, the endless ocean will come to you... right where you are in your own desert of longing.




Pride's Lie Forsaking   

Picture
my every word is stolen
my every breath is His alone
my body mind and soul I give
leaving all
and heading
home

Picture
What a precious and sacred embodiment are husbands and wives in mystic union. To look at them and see the living proof of God's love... to see the actual demonstration of the Word in action. Without coercion, receiver yields self to cling to His word and will. She obeys simply "because He says so." Nothing else is needed. No doubt, fear or mistrust is present - just the purest yielding. To feel loved, protected and guided so fully that every Word is seen as a precious and purposeful gift. This is the truest freedom. Such adherence to His word saves one from error and undue suffering. Adherence to His Word is freedom from the snares of material excess and distractions of egoic pursuit. A living model - the exalted mystic union of husband and wife reaffirms for us how to receive God's love... how to be benefited by His deliberate cultivation; how to make oneself hollow enough to be filled with the full and coursing flow of God's power.


Gebtu

Picture
a blinded earth bears witness 
to a rightful changing guard
new ancient bearers of the ark-
the timeless word of God
rule measured on the scale of heart
safe keeping of the Truth -
one Yod

Cantata

Picture

He is the word personified
pure Truth - from God alone
she dances as the living void
they love 

and merge as voice 
and song



 Jannah

Picture
no worldly want or ego's kiss
contents my lovesick soul
head bowing low
my only wish -
to share the King's abode
from dawn til twilight 
edenic bliss
even in dreams His might behold
moved to swoon by His sweet utterance
His pleasure as my heart's 
one 
goal

Afloat/Beneath   

PictureSugarock - "China Doll"
blessed Truth we forsake
just to drown in samsara
life and love are our fate
union of seer

and
mirror


PictureKindra Nicole Kato - "Embodiment"
God,
i need you like the air












being powerless can be tiring
it's not your strength 

that's keeping you aloft
you're just a reed flute
a sweet scented flower
burgeoning
nourished by sun
by rain
by time
amid painful waiting
and empty striving
yielding to receive
what's
meant
to 
be
Picture
William Adolphe Bouguereau - "Biblis"

This Yielding Field

Picture
the softer i am,
the more He stands glorified
the more i yield,
the more He can give... 
without meeting my resistance
the more He can sculpt this clay
the more He can polish and purify
this diamond fragment of shared soul


The Tally  

Picture
God's eye sees all -
He stands ever the watcher
sight that pierces pure soul
beyond falsehood's armor
faithless ledgers drip red
precious fate ours to author
favored fish swim by grace
His word as safe harbour

Picture
the why,
the for whom 

this striving,
this being...
the key -
this union
both door
and
destination

Pranam    

Picture
the most God among us -
true King
Priest
a rule ordained by union's
peace
He governs earth
we reap the feast



This All

Picture
there is no god
there is only god
all seeing being
knowing
all reaching
beseeching
be one with me

Pandora's Promise  

Picture
this box i bear
in a sacred trust given
not a tool for my lust
but a jewel for safe keeping
what's inside not my own
holy vessel for reaping
house of God, jar of light
by His hand alone

 deep secrets revealing


By Wisdom Fed

Picture"Snow White Apple" - Courtesy: Aloha Mermaid, Deviant Art
pure as snow she wanders
in dialogue with primal wanting
juicy red, the taste she ponders
unaware of specters haunting
just then her Lord 
comes 
bearing deathless fruit 
- no peril guarding
by His Truth they rise
blessed union dauntless





Her Thirst to Sate  

Picture
back through the gate of decadence
Truth's bride reclaims her innocence
lured no more by vain temptation's threat
Mother bound to Father
love's Kingdom, timeless, to erect

God Is

Picture
Alex Grey - "Lateralus"
God
Is
Truth 
Love 
Symbolic
Actual
Peace
Harmony 
Reigning
Serving
God
Is
Purpose
Order
Beauty
Grace
Giving
Receiving -
Every quanta of Being
Pervading this place



Slave to Kismet

PictureAntonio Corradini - "Veiled Truth"
breasts ripened as her wealth 
- mark of difference
bearing milk of the Mother
sincerity nourishing
to reveal precious purpose
veil of mystery lifted
that her truth lay discovered
sacred feminine

flourishing

A Sacred Apogee

Picture
temple of body consecrated
anointed by this lovers' fire
- petty "I-ness" and temptation null
merged as one we raise the serpent higher
- thanking God for every Kingdom come

The Keeper  

PictureMichael Parkes - "Anubis"
He stands an ever present guard
paragon of righteous headship
by day and night, protects His charge 
as beauty flowers 
we reap her sweet scent

As a Jaybird

Picture
this holy ache
consumes all fodder
this fire burns for God alone
for His sake i stand a pauper
rebuking all to serve the throne







Picture
all i want is God, no other longing...
no other longing.

Leviathan

Picture
wild, raw, insatiable flame
stranger to union, burns untamed
not long contented by the kindling it craves

freedom borne solely of a fire contained


Communion's Cup   

Picture
fruitful earth designed for reaping
pure void to fill - and seeking more
raw passion safe within His keeping
His blessed virgin - Truth's holy whore


A Susceptible Sway

Picture
Femininity is by nature receptive. It receives in order to yield. Veiling is a protective act, covering our openness... our easy willingness to "go along," to help, to be of service and of use. Veiling and waiting in discipleship for the Beloved preserves our openness for its proper, intended party. As in nature, any hole or crevice which is uncovered is a trap to any foolhardy passerby. We do not lie in waiting for any madcap wanderer. We wait patiently for the one who will overflow our banks - one who loves with deliberate intention, altogether certain of every step He places.

Picture
every one of us freed by His guidance - firm
beneath His vast omniscient sight
within the hallowed walls of His concern
we each transcend our own dark night
bound to that yoke

for which our hearts truly yearn
tethered to His loving will
egregious ego shed -
by His light of wisdom
burned
 

Picture
suffer not from culture's binding
pure truth transcends,
no cage confining
self not negated 
but strengthened-
widened
beyond this border lies
love's freedom...
find it



An Empty Vessel   

Picture
on my knees
i worship thoughtless
His liquid light
absolves my darkness
pure truth revealed
by a giving

- selfless

Signifying His Significance

Picture
When I veil I'm saying, "don't look at me... it's not about me." A veiled woman covers her beauty, her glory, in devoted deference to a truth more beautiful than she. The emphasis in exalted mystic union is not on the submission of the female but on the male who her submission is gifted to. Her submission is a pointing. She is drawing our attention to His truth, His wisdom, His love, His authority. A veiled woman, one who has embraced her holy submissive nature and chosen wisely, is a litmus test - a living breathing indicator of God's loving presence. 

A Unifying Path

Picture
We are here. We strive for God. These two realities can seem divergent but exalted mystic union is just that... a "unifying" path. It resolves the apparent dichotomy between being here and being one with God. Union give's God's consciousness a holy seat - flesh and blood and experience. Union makes the bliss of both transcendence and immanence tangible. Neither one is negated. Each is reaffirmed by the other. We are the energetic flash of desire and fruition. Masculinity surges as creative impulse. Femininity bears the promise of attainment. In union they are the reiteration of causal desire and its manifestation. The "word" is planted in the womb of potential and given birth through adherence to the law of love. Truth and devotion spiral, knitting together, in tandem, this web of particle and thought called life. This perfect stage hosts a perfect drama - the ever increasing ecstasy of being... the passion of duality's mirroring... its self-reflected recognition of what it is.

Lock, Stock and Barrel

Picture
His coming wholly changed everything
with low made high and high made low
life's plan and purpose forfeiting
to serve and full devotion show

Sacrosanct    

Picture
marriage is a mystic union
a sure and certain path

to knowing God
false fissure mends

in soul's communion
with no limit set

upon His fervid love

Holy His Chattel

Picture
God uses us to His satiety
peace moved by His just will alone
full surrender as our mark of piety
His every usage
pure hearts 
condone

A Marked Affiance  

PictureCourtesy: Borsi
my eyes adore this ceaseless ground
never to meet the gaze of a foreign king
grace and beauty never enticing speech
nor inviting favor -
love's vow to breech 

 The Grinding Mill

Picture
this sheath of flesh
facade of wanting
meets sweet grim death
at God's just taunting
He slays this pride
oneness exalting
pure soul revealed
false boundaries sloughing

A Knowing, Carnal    

Picture
i pray His will be done on earth
just as it is in heaven
sweet mind conceives - desire's birth
knowledge rests 

on an earth fully given

Succor

Picture
holy mother of all 
she suckles the seeker
blessed milk from her breast
bearing knowledge
God watches over - above
His protection to keep her
as the young one kneels low
heart offered in homage







life is a high-wire act
softly He leads each one across
"Don't look down - just look at me," He adds,
"and suffer not from fear nor loss."
Picture

This Blessed Bondage

PictureCourtesy: Shadowzknowledge, Deviant Art
to every atom, its noble role
each particle bound by oath and honor
polarity joined - by love controlled
all material daughters yoked 
to God... the Father

Rank and File   

Picture
General greets General
as minions worship His army
love realizes its full potential
as His word leads 
through deepening water
- falsehood disarming

Like Unto Like

Picture
virtue attracts virtue
as love hearkens unto love
one fully submitted knows no fear
as devotion draws its serpent near 
or better yet... its noble dove


Mad Rabbits and Hatters   

PictureCourtesy: Stephanie Bracciano
He guards the door to the kingdom
holy sentinal
mystic portal poised for a work
seminal
dependent on His headship
from birth
presence pivotal
guiding Alice safely away
from cruel
 rabbit holes

By Common Bounty

PictureCourtesy: Dominique Douieb
we are a perfect polarity
to His nature molded to suit
as His hand she moves - no disparity
between private wealth and the Truth
peace reigns on Earth through love's charity
grand brotherhood of man as the proof

Because of the Angels   

Picture
to touch her hand
to grace her thigh
boons well reserved 
for that one

- sole deserving
to carry His name
His blessed will abide
heart given wholly

 to serving Him


Picture
addicted to His love
my angel dust
yet a Godly portion  
- purest potency
when His air i breathe,
and living thus,
i sail this worldly ocean
never again to thirst 
...or other harbor seek


Beyond This Me   

Picture
Truth is born upon the death of hubris
amid the self insistent gnarl of a beastly wanting
as pure soul lets go the reigns of a life amiss
and misperception's ghosts unhinge 
never again this holy temple haunting

The Marrow

PictureJan Saudek - "Sword"
rapturous, the cry of grace
when vanity is slain
oblation made, of pride - no trace
His sacred sword bearing the stain

Picture
ever safe within the bough of His will
Truth flowing as a current unbeguiling
false idols - my own making
all swept away as swill
through any storm- well anchored 

abiding Him
 still



Oblation

Picture
body ravished by God's love
left spent by His power
earth's precious fruit 
His to pluck
in any case and place
regardless of hour
may He savor the taste 

and once again
His offering 

devour

Spellbound

His eyes pierce
my body no barrier
soul revealed
legs parted
stilled and silenced by His power
mind searching memory
for points of pleasure
tongue tasting
self-yielding offerings to bear
waiting for His word
but finding "now" in His gaze
every moment with Master
a passion drenched haze
Picture

Selfsame

Picture
aptly He made me
apurpose He willed me
as mystic mind 
burgeons every flower
love surely saves me
and wholly it kills me
for the sweet fruition
of His desire

Asking is a submissive act. Listening for a reply is a submissive act. Letting light shine through you to be of best benefit is a submissive act. Yet in this devotional gesture, in this way of life, where one loses the finite self, one gains the Divine immensity of oneness. One becomes a part of the game of life... an avatar of love, peace and purpose. 
The wider you open, the more light you will hold.









    A King's Dominion

Picture
Picture
His power gives me pause
below the surface always seething
seldom direct, His passion's call
and yet 
assent expected - 
bent knees and all










Let God manhandle you. Let Him have his way with your life, your love, your very being. He is the most deserving of your trust. It will be thrilling and deathly frightening - 
but it will be correct... always correct.
Picture
Picture
this love is everything
no void left nil
both spirit's striving
and body filled
by His wise counsel 
- and penetrating will

PictureCourtesy: Gorilla Circus
trust is facing fear of falling
being caught by one endeared
love saves us all from darkness sprawling
full faith vested in that One revered









PictureArtist: Dan Mountford
Truth is not bound by language or form
it transcends every box
and would pervade every home
we bind ourselves to conceptions
satisfied with crude norms
in keeping hearts locked 
we are mirrors
ever expecting deception
trust torn

A Malignancy of Heart   

PictureCourtesy: Fine Art America
sickness borne of a rogue isolation
the peace of oneness

by free radicals threatened
to each His own -

reap love's balanced equation
vanity yields a numbness

cured by thoughts fully vetted

Picture
Christine Wu - "I Was Awake the Whole Time"
this love bears only agony or bliss
cruel waiting between 
poor heart remiss
a prison of mind 

no release finding
though escape never sought
only tighter the binding
Picture
ego hides behind wounded eyes
the skeptic, the abused -

the jaded wife
faith ripped cruelly 
from innocent clutches
restored by the savior - 
dethroning pride's duchess


Barefaced, No Blinders

Picture
neither graven image 
nor form distracts
seeing beyond them
pure heart attracts
that gleaming love 
self-knowing's promise
below and above
Truth reigns 
body offered in homage

Two Eyes, One Vision  

Picture
surface face of change
Truth through eons stays the same
between good and evil wars rage
oneness the drama
soul the stage


Not of Human Hands

Picture
this body is His vessel wholly
His temple to refine most nobly
seeking Him, my one wish only -
to be filled with His light eternally

Of Love, No Effigy   

Picture
lacking faith and devotion 
we draw down light for our jars
to encapsulate the formless 

and wield precious awe
but to trust in His power,

though His face is unseen
yields the greatest self knowledge
gate's road paved with belief

Faith or Famine

Picture
vanity's conjury rests not on His word
haunted towers constructed sure to fall by His sword
with just trust alone she speaks soft to His flame
no effort of her own, save to utter His name

Believe to See It   

Picture
one light diffused through many hosts
by varied name and skin well clothed
a blessing veiled - obscure to most
house haunted by disunion's ghosts









Picture
even in darkness i fear no separation
in spite of a distance that seems most apparent
the anguish of one soul - in two vessels embodied
to come between us there's nothing
by no materiality sullied

How to know

Exalted mystic union is predicated on a mutual choosing. The female chooses her Beloved based on intuitive recognition once He reveals His intention. There will be no "no" in you, where He is concerned. He elicits a trust so complete and so beautiful that you couldn't ignore it if you tried. It is the first taste of liberation. In His presence a moment will come when you just let go, allowing your mind to quiet. A sign of being in the presence of a spiritually realized person is that your mind stills. Like a hummingbird drawing sweet nectar you will float in blissful receptivity and trust. Wait for that moment in faith. He will come. And you will know.

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Mine: Controlled

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A major goal of spiritual work is control of the mind - "cessation of the mind stuff," to quote Patanjali. This yields peace for the seeker. The wife-in-discipleship reaps the fruit of this peace through literally conceding control to her Beloved. Some would protest this as a giving up of power and personal choice. But these fail to realize that the two are in reality one so there is no "personal" power and choice. The male and female of exalted mystic union are one entity. Through His headship their union is directed according to Divine Truth. She belongs to Him as His body, as His help meet, as His jewel of fulfillment. It is a caring co-dependency and a total power conferment. She gives up control and gains the peace of being protected, provided for and spiritually guided. This does not ascribe such a female with inferiority or ineptitude. Rather, His effort and desire to fulfill this role points to her inherent, though likely latent, value. Unlike those who would come and go with fingers crossed behind their backs, the self-mastered man of love takes full responsibility for His beloved wife. She acknowledges His natural authority, investing Him with sovereignty of their home. It is a thing of delicate beauty and durable strength. Their relationship is living breathing poetry... an artful dance of give and receive. Both continually striving to maintain worthiness of that which the other partner so wholeheartedly gives. 


Captivated   

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no chain or belt my allegiance swaying
His love alone, cause of my staying
the tightest binding - His sweet approval
body mind and soul laid bare 
for His perusal

...oh but how i long for chains
His pleasure meeting no refusal

Natural Authority 

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Shining as the long sought jewel of all striving, love elicits a natural abdication. Here there is no coercion, no duplicity and no force. Just pure, self-transcendent and self-affirming trust. When it revels itself, the natural instinct is one of tethering. As with any guru one wants to run, sensing the Beloved's intention to slay egoic misperception. And yet, one knows it is best to bind closer. Inch by inch, link by link of love's chain the spirit soars freer and freer still - safe in the parameters of Divine purpose and fulfillment. 









Ask the Right Question

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In the dark, we tend to call out in our need. Asking the Divine Sustainer if it will provide the material things we've come to consider necessary. But what's more necessary, in His eyes, is the condition of our souls - our striving, our attainment of peace and love. Sometimes the question isn't "can you fill this need" but rather "why and how am I in this predicament?" "Why do I have this predilection or that compulsion?" "What do YOU want for me?" Then the door can open, then the clouds can break, then answers with impact can come through because you are willing to listen... and willing to change. We have to be willing to heed the guidance when it comes. To demonstrate that, we pray, chant and meditate in a way that shows our receptivity. 

Mirrors of Mind and Flesh  

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my Truth is strengthened by your own
in our meeting, it refines
what's false can softly fall away
as it - simply put
does not apply

An Erotic Theism

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On the path of exalted mystic union, submission is both an erotic and spiritual act. It yields ecstasy in that it focuses devotion outside of the local self. God and husband provide a constant surge of blissful domination for the wife-in-discipleship. This domination is the natural, lovefull direction and protection inherent in the union of creator and created. He cares for His own. Being one with the creator implies surrendering oneself fully so as not to buck or resist what is truly best. This means allowing gratefully whatever is pleasing to God. Realization is trusting existence. This trust is tangibly experienced as a lifelong and Divinely ordained bond. It does not falter. Hence the resurgent idea of one supreme God. In the midst of many there is one supreme. Trust in the Beloved is the cornerstone of a peace-filled life. This is why the talk of following only one guru. Filling your bucket with water from many wells is exhausting and ineffective. The purity of the water from one well is jeopardized by the pollution of another. The same applies for the wife-in-discipleship who is seeking passionate union with the Beloved who is both guru and lover. She herself can become polluted by seeking love from many wells. Through surrender to the Truth she maintains faith and ultimately achieves ecstatic self-realization through submission to that One. Her path unifies agape with eros, lovefull spirituality with sexuality. On the path of mystic union the serpent rises and takes to wing.

Divine Pulsation

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death is the spectre of futility
and the angel of inspiration
the heart of existence beats
pulsating unceasingly
to do so there must be a pause
a brief cessation
in order for desire to pulse again
both are true
one allows the other
each is bolstered by the other
yet neither is negated
they dance
though bliss is sought,
when the pulse produces pain we recoil
finding semblant peace in the nil
but the nil is just a rest stop
it is the ground of seeking
it allows desire to recalibrate
optimism over pessimism determines its expression
reaching reaching striving for bliss over pain
joy over suffering
perpetuate joy 
then the Being has no need to recoil in pain
the pause between can be just a layover
it doesn't have to be an escape from misery 
with stillness as our centering
we can play in the realm of experience
ecstatically 

Be It

Your life is the lesson and the gateway. The more you recognize and perpetuate Truth in your personal life, the better you will be able to plug into the underlying Truth of existence. Truth is the crux and the way is through love. Love allows trust and the subsequent flowering of Truth. It is a blissful mobius strip of Divine Being. No speed bump... no blockage - an open circuit. First as an individual one opens, knowing there is a circuit to tap into. Knowing that she is already tapped into it means she just has to get out her own way. To do this she listens, remaining receptive and then when confronted by an opportunity to choose honesty or dishonesty she chooses honesty. This allows alignment with Divine Truth. This is why all the talk of "the light," and so on. Truth does not hide. It doesn't have to. It is not cowering in pain. Nor is it afraid of the judgment or opinion of others. It just is. You just let the light permeate your life.  And then you begin to see the light all around you. You'll also be able to more easily see the shadows. The dark of falsehood thrives in isolation. Truth is pervasive. If something is true one place it's true all over. Love is universal. You know you're dealing with the dark when it persists in its isolationism. The way to minimize and neutralize shadow is to be the light. Stop lying and come out into the light of day.


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Paige Bradley - "Expansion"

Mahayogi of Mem

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William Blake - "The Ancient of Days"
There is no death
and yet for me you face it
Mind and body controlled
crude ego truncated
Finding me in dark waters
through the storm -
helped me brace it
How could i not kneel?
No more room for complacence 

A Taste Most Bitter   

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we poison pure waters- 
with our vanity tainted
stopped believing in God
Truth by ego supplanted
we do what we wish
ignoring the safety of His planning
lovefull peace reigns triumphant
an eternity spanning

His Revelation

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hearing feeds the skeptic
without knowing - no believing
let them want to see you
their pain from darkness soon relieving
let them have that hunger
sated only by your being
as Truth arises 

drowning falsehood under
adulturers from thirst left reeling

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speaking hinders salient hearing
as doing shackles serving
let love wait for His word - night clearing
as body yields to float unburdened


A Patient Peace 

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even just His breathing 
becomes solace
a slow but steady weaning 
from full seeing
voice speaking
silent now
and hidden
in the shadow i remember
like a fine wine 
taste lingers

as i retrace trail of cinder
reaching in the darkness
with my soul's peace


A Certain Predilection   

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save me from this in between
this purgatory of longing
my body aches in places unseen
to taste your love 
this mad tongue starving

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so cruelly gives semblance 
of freedom and choice 
knowing full well my penchant for surrender
no voice
desiring only to kneel beneath 
soul devoted 
I'll be safe there
so open 

beyond vanity's notice

A Pride Promptly Swallowed   

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just for your touch my body hungers
what's more - to taste puts ache to slumber
to float unending in that space - your making
your desire finding my face

 its... 


    Exorcismo   

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with sweet baited hook
the fisher lures softly
immovable
firm
gaze piercing the darkness
ubiquitous pain
tearing soul from flesh carcass
blessed lash of the stoic
renders red stained spirit
spotless


    Peccadillo Footsteps   

PictureMehmeturgut - "emily the strange iii"
still just a girl
the she-devil hungers
to devour the world
lest it threaten her number
to revel in hubris
her insatiable longing
queen of death's throne
to the fire belonging

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in exalted nature
they are a fit faultless
each matched to the other

His mastery 
her pride's precious gauntlet



A Word, Cunning   

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the sirens sound
love's call
Truth ringing out
sweet 
soft
notes of passion 
and loss
this world is His
our pride the cost



Heavenly Handler

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Divine mission
top secret
shhh
be quiet to listen
it's happening -
Love...
don't miss it

By Caraway and Seed of Light   

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black eyed and vengeful
the dark mother glared vainly
overthrown by love's piety
and the headship of man
sought no less than His end
her own freedom untamed
til by blessed union effaced
never to hold sway again

What the Right Hand Possesses

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Daniel Chester French - "The Sons of God Saw the Daughters of Men That They Were Fair"
twin sisters
one soul
body a temple both housing
apple eater
light bearer-
true son of the King 
holy portal - this womb
faith determining progeny
dark conspiring - immortality coveting
wait for the Savoir
gate of lust's nephilim

barring


Rebel Order   

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they would equate devotion to slavery
being bound to God a dishonor
rebel order stands hard against unity
in refute of the love that it garners

Such Sweet Sorrow

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His eyes and His absence 
both shoot daggers through my heart
what love is this that burns so?
why did we ever choose to part?
for sake of your bliss I would suffer birth eternal
waiting for your voice to echo 

through the wicked painful dark
as passion burns infernal
and mind hears whispers -
white gold of thought

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oh.. this wanting... this wanting
when will i be free?
in seeking... in seeking...
pleasing you, this prison's key

Red Snow

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an addiction to egoic fruit akin to any drug
my body writhes in expectation
wanting affirmation of its hunger - 
to feed rapacious blood
fluid and flesh both saturated 
vile venom pervades each cell
mind and spirit soar - crude lust abated
in loving you I flee this hell

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such love as this hurts to the core
a need unmirrored - my heart implored
to taste pure water by lack unsullied
the giver gives at pace unhurried
recumbent and fetal with ache I lay
in tortuous absence my soul cries, 
"stay...?"

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union itself is pride effacing
to merge requiring sweet self negation
surrender yielding a wholeness greater
butterfly to fire - blessed immolation

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my every word is an agony
in waiting for Him each one formed
on the surface contains some beauty and meaning
to the bearer... each its own thorn

 Elysian Fields

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I contend to be no goddess
for to kneel below my soul aspires
God in heaven pulls tight my bodice
let this earthly pleasure 

sate well His Highness

Love Letter from Isis #3: 
Nuptial Contract

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I am your servant... your holy house; the vessel of your pleasure and your pride. You will nurture and protect me. I will obey and respect you for I am only free within your care. I will surrender to your authority in all things as everything you do to and for me is done out of love. You are my Master, my Teacher, my Husband, my Beloved. I vow to love and please you with my body, mind and soul. My every thought, word and deed is tethered to the scale of your righteousness. I will reflect your teaching and go forth as your namesake. Let all my actions shine as praise of you for you are worthy. I will never grow cold or distant. I will never shun your desire. I entrust all that I am and all that I have to you alone, forever... for you are love embodied. 

This is my promise.

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  Of Hollow Litanies

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Unknown Artist - "See No Evil, See No Good"
when darkness rules
apparent evil
assigned to good -
the Truth's upheaval
misunderstood
and yet resurgent
in His holy Kingdom
dual love converges

Conferment   

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decisions
and desires
being things of mortal leaning
i capitulate to One 
far above life's petty scheming
yielding not my power but my weakness
made stronger by this union
saved from my own blind meanness

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pleasure is my heaven
disappointment - my hell
i float devoted in love's precious ocean
ecstatic - with no thought of self

Half of a Whole

Womanhood is not fully known in isolation from manhood... apart from union. Womanhood denotes a space to be filled; it is receptive and therefore unfilled and unwed it is not known at its zenith. We are one with our Beloved. On the path of exalted mystic union, womanhood devoid of self-mastered manhood is adolescent at best - recalcitrant and destructive at worst. Here, her development is stunted at the level of "I alone..." The spiritual seeker and devotee of mystic union eagerly sheds her egoic self perceptions out of a pure desire to serve the Beloved. Only then has she opened herself to true ecstasy.


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Gentleman Caller

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William Holman Hunt "The Light Of The World"
they whisper of their fear 
expecting ordinary man
coiled so tight love can't come near
let veil protect  
- seek joy again

Ophidian Whispers   

PictureHelena Domenic - "Envy"

those among us who submission scorn
are themselves devoid of love - forlorn
for self-mastery's touch their skin still yearns
having never met the King -
pride yet to burn



Love's Sweet Luring

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i remember not my spirit's striving
nor do i wish dull moksha's finding
my heart craves only His green field 
- there laying
to eat the lotus my mad soul's pining 

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rich culture lures
comb through to find
what classic truth lies bare - refined
past guise of form
reach depth of mind
there love awaits
transcending time

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Love is the holy kingdom sweet
where sex and spirit nobly meet
agape gives itself complete
as lust's vain serpent courts defeat

Freedom's Cruel Affliction   

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mad with thirst
i haunt an empty crypt
mind too far gone
to see the gravity of this
being bound to only one 
leaves love at distance counterfeit
body flush with passion's fever
and its only fix-

 this husk life
 ...forfeited



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i cannot bear His absence
no need for Him to utter speech
His very being the True due mean
His every gesture a koan to teach
and with every glance...
my heart beseeched 






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she treats Him as King because He is it
far above those who demand it
a natural sovereign - His love proves it
His mastery a door - she runs through it

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divine light flowing within Him
holy essence blessed in touching His depths 
fluidic fire burns away limits which stricken
its effusion the crown of a bliss beyond sex


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made all the more precious, His most gentle touch
in light of His passion - a most wild clutch
burned alive as it were - this fire engulfs
as He stands resolute - both the danger and help











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the creator cultivates His earth
bringing all good things to bear
in resisting Him we forsake our worth
and wither absent of His care

Artisans All   

PictureAntonio Canova - "Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss"
Truth rises as the soul
freed from the flesh of culture
subtlety transcends the gross
as oneness heals apparent rupture
peace is an accord first crafted by the lovers
in artful trust each reassured
the world we build 
- a living sculpture

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His love unlocks her gifts of beauty
His manhood drawing out her grace
their union sanctified - planned truly
jeweled glory of the grand design
ascension of this human race

Milk of the Lotus    

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humbly she kneels
in pure awe before God
by His mercy it rains
and in each precious yod
full awareness contained
held in highest regard
her lips pay homage
to love's every drop
heart in the balance
aria chasing dawn




Your Submission is Not for Him

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Photo courtesy: Matt Brandon (Jaipur)
God doesn't need our submission. He is complete within Himself. He accepts our submission because it protects us from the snares of egoic action. A woman surrendered to God is safe from external forces of disunion and chaos. A woman surrendered to God is safe from the deleterious effects of her own vain choices. Submission is akin to getting out of the way. We step aside so that Divine Truth... guidance... the word can have its way with us. Prostration does nothing for the Guru. But think of it as a demonstration of your love for Him - your openness to His will and His wisdom. The Guru acknowledges your gesture as a sign of humility... humility being the soil in which He can plant the flower of self-knowledge. Only an empty vessel can be filled... 

Of Arks and Doves   

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a watery grave this world
for every mortal shunning light
they drown to death by vanity
and reap eternal night
salvation waits for those
who in faith seek union's height
the marriage bed our refuge
the fruit it bears 

-no hidden price


 The Sib's Rebellion

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from ages of old 
two sisters court the throne
panther mother of darkness
leopard mother of light
queen of mortality - 
vainly dominates home
and rules hot the head of the wounded      
Goddess in order - sweet mother right
bearer of writing and art - pure beauty's delight
shrew tamed as the former
earth claimed by the latter
and in her ascension
mind reigns over matter


Love's Marionette   

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belonging to God
means His will moves your body
no longer your own
you serve Truth entirely
avatara of grace
liberated through oneness
no longer afraid  - 'proach the gate
as arrogance withers

affronted 

Sole Conductor

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for so long waiting
by lamp's constant glow
she leaves the familiar
with a passion unknown        
cross fire she walks 
as hooded veil limits sight
led by God she concedes
while mystic truth rains as light



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i go within to wait for you
the silence there my refuge
safe from my own vague misperceptions
safe from the world - its deluge

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my every thought - each word and deed 
is only to please my God
how could i ever speak unguarded?
veiled and holy i float on love-
His soft and silent china doll

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alone i sit in silence 
waiting for your precious word
only to bring it birth do i ever stir
this stillness is my meditation
mind and body locked in love's embrace
released to fly - no trepidation
marked by your most holy name


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it's joy...
pure raging joy
the taste of which sets mind ablaze
the lies we tell ourselves destroyed
fear of defying proper form allayed

Ghaziya   

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with every alluring gesture of hand - 
most gentle face
she praises her precious Lord
hips undulate
winding body - toe tips lightly placed
she conquers softly His heart
with eyes that enchant -
jeweled vision of grace

PictureEclipse Away - "Romeo + Juliet Love Story"
An exile self-imposed
yet I look toward horizon
obligation's sad regret takes hold
rendering these walls my prison
I pray, 
"Gallant love on hero's steed,
take me like a knight that rides in...
before my strength these burden's bleed
burn to ash my past -
your will released like noble lightening."





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Shaken from its nest
dazed bird consumed by hatred
'til terrestrial lesson learned -
knowing how to fly is latent









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Pain and death the pure soul's shield
against the rogue fiend vanity
reminders in this dominion world
that beyond the self

it's oneness which keeps harmony



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when the peacock crossed my path i knew
that love was coming - valiant
truth's feathers gleaming iridescent
heart now forever vowed to Him

PictureGustave Dore - "Andromeda"
the vanity of our mothers we inherit
and suffer hard and long the bite of beasts
in the dark our pious calling is our merit -
the saviour comes and weds us to love's feast

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in loving Him what more use have i of rote religion?
in serving Him what more use have i of lamps?
His eyes - deep wells of holy wisdom
of my self i make oblation
to this passion's sacred dance


This Innocence...

PictureGainsbourg - Poloroid of Jane Birkin
this innocence and grace
the jewel of life's cruel striving
protected from harsh fate
veiled and waiting - truth imbibing
as delicate as lace
heart devoted to love's finding
she walks the earth as heaven's gate -
claimed by God 

and walks behind Him


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Truth is my religion
free of the lie's facade
Full trust placed in my reflection 
the will of my beloved God
This one abandons all to serve Him
darkness pierced and planted by His Yod




PictureJustin Bonnet - "Unison"
When the sun awakes
how can I slumber?
Lovers set the earth to quake -
legion our number


Her Veil Asunder   

Mother of the world
debased
fodder for the lost
depraved
she dances vacant
upon demon’s stage
in darkness does she kneel
disgraced
and prays for light
which comes... 
by faith
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Alan Kirkland Roath "Stripper"

  The Dark Illumined

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Words and symbols are a way to understand
to lead the mind through showing
Yet the truth of union bears a certain sweetness
best tasted in its knowing


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she rises before the sun 
her devotion brought to bear
she follows Him yet garlands His path
and ever in her grasp - 
lit lamp… and myrrh

These Bridal Hours

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my time split into two domains
of both He is the King
my days are filled with goodness and the holy name
at night I reap a singular bliss - the sacred kiss
wrought only by His ring

In Hand   

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God owns me wholly
He watches over
guiding with love -
noble firmness
From this clay He creates
not a particle soulless
i rise winged and unbound 
from the firmament

A Man of Distinction

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Glory to the master of love
to that one to whom she feels compelled
to kneel before - His throne above
her soul to bare - no lie to tell.
All praises due that one deserving
her submission as His badge of merit
the gem of union His will preserving
God’s kingdom theirs now to inherit

Love Letter from Isis 

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Hail the God of Min
owner of all women's hearts
igniter of our passion
one who formed us at the start
every nuanced grace 
every jeweled beatific visage 
every lock of hair in place -
all pay homage to your senet
The game of love you play
all so sweetly and without limit
across the earth your cows do graze
and by your crook find hetep -
your righteous flail we praise
correcting wholly every misstep 
Wise king - gentle priest of highest love 
Knower bestower of life’s mysteries
set free, we pray, by lightning flash your goddess -unshackle every captive dove

Love Letter from Isis #2

If we had some potion
some notion of your making
we could infuse earth’s waters with your essence
all in your image cured of the serpent’s venom
Every breast heaving - desiring you alone
distracted no more by refractions of your light
bound no more by darkness - no more demons 
all dove’s in flight
Each night this dream envisioned by candle flame
- and by the redeemed at your pleasure’s sight
At that overflowing fountain of love 
all souls cry out your ineffable name

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John William Waterhouse - "Naiad or Hylas with a Nymph"
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i find my center when i trust Him
and i trust Him all the time
i float in a space unsullied
by doubt or fear or pride

Demon Sentry    

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Gate barred by a hellhound
peace a fountain flowing just beyond
he sought to keep me bound 
soul and body bore the scars
in the guise - protector
he’d slam shut my prison bars
but, not made for him -
no chains formed which could ever hold me
once His light got in 
no lie could hence console me

Cast Not the Stone

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no longer shall we kill our saviors
granting free reign to the fear of man
heart and mind wide open - mouth to savor
the sweet taste of His word again...
and again...
and again.

Non-Sequitor   

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I cant give life to death
Only He can
The boy is not mine to raise
The demon not mine to save
I release it and let peace in
leaving the loveless to choose
between His light or the grave

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Some dance with multitudinous forms
delighted with Truth's beauty - its facets
While others seek only the Beloved forlorn 
and in burning one flame fully unmask Him












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Four... three... two... one
the lift ascends through shaft of mind
love reduces the many
union the fruit borne 
of a mad devotion's vine







The Gate

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Over external form we squabble - wars waged
perplexed by the truth of oneness - expressed myriad ways
Sage and prophet point to union as soul's pivotal stage
transcending prism's colors - duality the gate

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Why worship one inch of the net
when I am that in entirety?
When beyond even my form His awareness moves subtly?
Every inch with its portion of time and of space

all the gods kneel before Truth
in every mirror - His face

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Fresh morning dew anoints the grass
they've made love in the night-
our souls awashed
With devotion true we catch a glimpse as they pass
in the mirror of sight-
veil of mystery tossed


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Kicking and screaming do some wean from the breast
mother culture and tradition their lap of regress
the innocent seeker walks the bold path of oneness
victim no more of a growth surely stunted









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I see His love glaring from the eyes of strangers
the whole world conspiring to ravish my senses with bliss
even in roughness - brief dances with danger
I feel His will for my prunning - sweet sobering kiss








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He leads the earth to understanding
Peace set upon her proper throne -
merged as one 'neath many stars
Truth reigns supreme - gift of this wise King
Love paves the path she walks to home



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It broke me
open
my blind determination
to walk seeking - but faithless
drowned to death in that ocean
with an enemy 
faceless

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Rain falls as dew from His mighty phallus
hoeing the earth - their bliss overwhelms us
Longing for God sated by just kneeling devoted
fertile soil seething with Divine luminescence 
she lays quivering and coated-

their rapture
our essence

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Courtesy Shri Anandi Ma/ Dhyanyoga Centers, Inc.
everyday i awake joyous - awestruck
found by my Beloved
home in his sight
beyond body and mind this love is wordless
guru - disciple
kingly prophet - his wife
mouthpiece 
love's blessed puppet
emptied of gross self
humility flowering
femininity held
sacred
treasured 
innocence felt
at his feet she knelt
as he bid her rise
his goddess
his dove
truth burns in his eyes


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Art is the voice of love unsilenced 
striving to yield the ideal
meaning expressed in symbolic contrivance
creator's truth forfeit by our cursory fear

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This holy house a crystal brilliance harbors
no longer on the fringe and courting death
Defying vanity love gently hearkens
and renders impotent the serpent's threat

Love's Sadhana   

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His every word she scans perchance
to find amorous clue
by night she sits awake and waiting
companion to the moon
both cricket's chirp and firefly's glow
arouse suspicious swoon
by her heart and by His flute she knows
fate plans sweet rendezvous



 

PictureCailleach courtesy Studio 96315
Without union life is but morbid mass
wretched heap of flesh and bone
In hubris and pain false judgement we pass
and eat the dead fruit of solitude borne 
Faith to the mirror turns seeing truth in the glass -
seeds of light we beseech

fecundate would be tomb

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Wind over water
the fire rains
Father yokes Mother
the wild and tamed

Wand Bearer

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your knight in shining armor comes, 
marked by firmness - never by force
your heart will be won, conquered wholly by Love
mystic union - governed purely by choice

Truth Speakers   

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We weigh our hearts against the feather
for Truth is a thing most sublime
be wary of adding ego's lies to the measure
death rides a swift horse - 

though biding his time

Sole

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All the gods serve one - supreme
as the prism's colors praise causal light
The creator in His creation unseen
'til He feasts on the mountain 
reaping love's true delight




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A sublime congruence of beauteous wisdom - pure awe
alights the sacred doctrines of all
with eyes to see and heart to know
we see Truth gleam... 
as above, so below



 Red Velati

PictureGuler Ates - "Woman under red veil"
she sleeps alone always in waiting
born to love the King alone
she waits for him by moonlight fading
and treads the path of dream and rune

A Love Perfected

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A love that's perfected gives just as God
free of condition - with no thought of self
with no stain of fear, Peace rests by His rod
assuming her place where the virgins once knelt

On the Dual Truth - Possessed by the All

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Possession is not the evil, selfish ownership which excludes is the evil. Love is the remedy. Sovereignty assumes responsibility for that which it possesses… a righteous custodianship. But rulership infected with isolation-consciousness nurtures the seed of its own demise. Exalted mystic union assuages the dichotomy of possession and propagation.  

God-dess pulsates - holy spanda - self resplendent yet reaching out. Simultaneously still yet desirous and in motion. God-dess reaches out beyond itself propelled by desire for blissful experience of itself in variegated form. The heart of God-dess quivers and shoots out 

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passionately - tendrils spiraling, seeking affirmation and fulfillment. Let us merge with that quiver... self-resplendent yet open to the entirety which is the Self. Let us be whole and healthy as the “I” yet sensitive to the “we.” Let responsible loveship govern what is “mine” simultaneously aware that it is truly “ours.” In this vain, our personal darkness and trials are not crosses to bear alone. Neither is love a solitary venture. We are vast. In isolation we die. We attain true life in the fire of God-dess conscious, lovefull awareness.

Who does Goddess Worship?

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Matter is apparent. The light of awareness which animates it is less so. Goddess’ bounty is evident all around us. There is no question of her Divine imminence. But who does Goddess praise? She praises God who surges through her with every fibre of her being that fructifies and grows. Again and again he resides inside her. She is the holy house bridging father and son, assuring the perpetual manifestation of light… of Divine Truth. She praises and serves Ra with devoted submission to the unfolding of his desire. His will sustains creation through love. 

They are one Divine entity united in blissful co-dependency. Although she is more evident, God proves himself to be as imminent as Goddess herself. How so? His awareness traverses all physical phenomena and furthermore transcends it. He is master of his physical nature and lord of thought which transcends the limitations and boundaries of materiality. In their union neither physical or metaphysical are negated. Both surge with Divine purpose. 

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Experience is here merged with intent; fulfillment with desire; action with thought. Each reveres the other as perfect compliment. This is the ideal of exalted mystic union. God and Goddess - male and female - perpetuating Divine truth in lovefull peace so that joy pervades. Joy is the natural fruit of their union and our Divine birthright. 




On Futile Sands

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We are the sun and earth embodied
to vainly court a lie is folly
the tower falls as love stands idly
they build with brick but do so blindly



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All praises do to the nameless
the eminence of light and its cause
in worship of your truth we stand blameless
through union your grace saves us all



Muse of Eleusis

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In the Sun's absence the moon shines His light
stirring our passion and leading through dream
with indirect speech it woos us by night
behind our closed eyes Truth's oracles gleam









PictureStella Marina: "Opposites Attract"
Giving and receiving stretched to their limit and further still
It’s here where opposites merge - selfish ego killed
To be witness to Love - fervor’s passionate thrill
The boundless power of God set free
Earth bearing His will






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The bull and the dove are one
for theirs is a cult of pure love
bearing truth through the ages
ultimately.... nameless
without mate and brethren the sole dies barren
from union exalted let issue forth cherubim 


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Black dove forever bound to her King
through life past death He reigns
no other to violate His claim
salvific - 

the willful donning of love's chains


At the Threshold

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Duality resolves when the receiver gives - unrequited 
As the giver becomes passive love flowers unprohibited
Truth is known from all sides - neither polarity negated
Each stands exalted - vanity at last obliterated

Avatara    

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lips parsed by the sword of His word
body arched, poised - through this clay He works
fire tested - selfish ends all revoked
as one we play the game
forever yoked

Touchstone

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His love is the center pivot
fulcrum
source and cause
by His word I rise or fall
hours and days strung on the timepiece of His heart drum
I keep pace with His rhythm 
stay in step with His foresight's precision
the due mean exudes from His being like breathing
and I move to reflect equal measure
He utters the Truth like the wounded bleed lies
I die a million deaths in the gallows of His eyes-
false personas and fear shed like snake skin
in the whirlwind of mortal delusion
noise shrieking like the unanswered pain of lost doves
with no Sun to follow
I hear only His voice
see only the power of His will
Manhood glowing like deific stone
monolith of clarity- firm
resolute in His concern and selfless
takes this broken winged thing from helpless to whole
God takes control
and I burn
rising renewed like the phoenix 
Sun in the distance and coming close 
as I run past shadows of lesser versions of myself
running to the promise of fulfillment 
God's plan shining brilliant
as my hand clutches tight the gem of this trust
...faith resilient



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It's true, in the sharing we die
the part of us rotted with pride
union - the fruit from life's vine
without fear the moth courts the fire

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sweet lipped Deva
dripping honey 
leading his lamb
to the slaughter
the transcendence of flesh
mortal wounding the test
I would suffer a thousand disgraces
to establish love's throne
great kingdom refreshed





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Everywhere I see fire
burning as wisdom and will
I become mad with desire
wanting no less than full merging -
my barriers nil

Devil's Ransom   

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even one so damned can be redeemed
from the deep pit of hell's isolation
after the silent screaming
after the hopeless reeling
coming face to face with demons
and burning through
filled with the grace of Divinity
taking her place in the trinity
by the mercy of God - His proximity
with the promise of love everlasting
he whispers
"Follow me..."








  The Dove's Acquital

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Dark Night of the Soul by Silenceinthewings
this is not death
death is that oblivion 
that pit of madness 
the graveyard of disunion
where the skeleton man reached for my flesh with bony hand
bearing scythe and hatred and envy
desirous of my life
desirous of my innocence
yet spiteful 
sick with the wrath of childish deserving
yet powerless
this is not fear - now
that was the dark night
that was the absence of light
that was the attempt to extinguish 
this love
this passion
this pulsating heart of rapturous earth
the pleasure and pain of striving
the mud and the rain and the flowering
the imminence of God
but God remains... triumphant
and I stand absolved
in the oneness

A Love of Legend

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When I lose this skin
this sack… this symbol of false recognition
will you remember me?
What I was and what was to come
not a story my own
a fable of bulls and fire
a tale of love...

finally found







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i kiss the ground at His feet
with my speech
with my glance
with my whimsy
lost in His voice
in His eyes
in His love's wild frenzy





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The yin and the yang dance in delicate fashion
When masks are exchanged, in both arise passion
Let the predominant nature be that which is latent
When he forfeits control she wields it most blatant 
And in this is the falsehood... for equality is a lie
Strive to be what you are- gloriously
let vanity die




PictureStrength Tarot Card VIII by Tyrantx
When in question, let radiate peace
your kindness is your veil
protection from the sun's full heat
by grace and beauty strength is assailed

Harmony of the Spheres

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Let our love be measured for Truth
Rada consists of much more than the two
Free of selfish motive yet in control still
the self-mastered honor the law -
as earth flowers at will

Divergent 

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you become what you love
you become what you hate
choose wisely in which kingdom to dwell
one path leading surely to heaven's gate
the other to darkness - a hell


The Cure

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Possessiveness- a flaw in design
the rust that builds on the mirror of mind
love's equation made balanced and whole
when Truth reigns supreme
and shares of its own


Mind Over Matter   

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The body is led by knowing
pure thought piercing the veil of fury
raw passion tamed in love's showing
as the serpent attains the dove's glory


The Maestro

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Love rooted in fullness
and not starvation
He draws out His pleasure adroitly-
no air of deprivation
with eloquence and poise
He plays body mind and heart as flute
the sweet music of love and longing
His to enjoy...
the blissful taste of passion's fruit





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Provider and protector
Savior from a million woes
Love’s gem forever shielded
from every demon…
made invisible to every harm and foe

The Loveless

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Disunion’s demons
believe in nothing but themselves
No law
No god
No universal love
With smile and proffered kindness
oh so falsely strung
they build a web of lies and vanity - these adolescent suns
Prayerful pity on the winged and wretched  
who entangled there and seeking light
find none


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he sacralizes
everything
His touch
His glance
a beautiful precision
each deliberate
molding
sloughing
perfecting
the subtle revealed in the gross
body elevated 
apothic 
ascended to a state Divine 
by a grace sublime
mortal flesh 
adulterated mind
refined
an alchemy of time
love's puppetry - nuanced
a headship
renowned


Rapturous

PictureArtist: Martin Hoffman
His love makes me feel bigger than i am -
nameless
incomparable
far removed from the labels of mortal joining
union
of sun and earth
of stars and clouds
neither detracting
each a power all its own
sharing same sky 
revolving
in sync
yet never consumed
never bound
never subject to diminishing
ever born anew in tandem
shining forth love’s light
through prism heart 
mind set ablaze
such madness


Soverign

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From bottom to top
the Lovers engage
Goddess acting on His will alone
a bond built on trust
from which peace prevails
from atom
to heaven
to home

Sun Books

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they tell of love's light through myriad ages
though in differing language and glyph
one at the root, Truth leaps from the pages
undefileable... in spite of our limitations -
it just is

Wish Fulfilling Gem

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To care for the Earth
He must draw on His mercy
by the depths of her yielding inspired
He wields His strength for her safety and beauty
protecting til death the gem

He so grandly admires

What this is...

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a love which transcends
yet gives imminent bliss
this is suffering's end
let body and soul serve 

as love's solemn witness

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The Sun warrants our respect
as Earth thrives only by His light
my mind is worry free because He leads me
the kingdom's wealth held safe within His sight

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My meditation is at once both a burning and flooding
as desire's fire destroys all errant thought
this body, His kingdom - pride's isolation made naught
passion's soma pours forth - by His will
true love never exhausts


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She bows to His will
for the sake of His love
As He offers Himself wholly to the fire of Truth
The sun burns untiring and bright
not for itself - but for the sake of its fruit

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No longer vain - transcending pain
does Love realize its glory
Power and weakness its core of being
surrendering all - 
losing its boundaries only

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Love is a temple built by human hands
And at its apex - the sacrifice of man
For its foundation - on which all knowing rests
She shows by example-
sacrifice does not harbor death

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my God-
in pure awe I stand stunned
you've come for me
my priest - most high
eternal love is ours
the unfolding's just begun

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No man is an island
this earth, this air all shared among us
in innocence our souls we bare
let there be no shame to stunt us

The Shepherds Regalia

PicturePaz de Cristo - Jesús rey de reyes
Give God control
His crook the path of peace eternal
not in death but in life - supernal
light of wisdom's will and earth
as one... whole
He bears the flail in love
and purges soul

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Die to yourself
heart opened wide
no barrier or expectation
with love's light shining - all consuming
set spirit free... this knowing's latent







Abhaya

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The controller is Himself controlled
by love
on this he moors His every word
captivated by such a romantic tongue-
flower garlands as the chains that bind her
she listens close - heart's chords well strung
fear and false freedom both left behind her

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This love is self-transcendent 
without condition
one merges with the many
light surges
house held firm by true convictions


Sun's Flower

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She is active, with His loving strength as her center mooring. 
He reasons and wills - the King of thought and articulation. 
She moves as His limb. They are of one body.


His speech is deliberate- His words well chosen. In their effective application He cultivates His garden. With certainty of objective He waters and prunes. Honey drips from His lips, mesmerizing His flower. Her only desire- to please Him and grow.

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In loving another
the self we transcend
in sharing we thrive
in isolation
we end

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The ego fears its sure demise
lead it unto its proper death
love's spirit flies in boundless sky
give to the fire this mortal flesh

 One

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It's all one truth
their fingers pointing
Imam, Hounon, Priest - Guruji
to love and serve, the sweetest fruit
Where once grew hate from faiths disjointed
now shines one light
we stand anointed 

Surya

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Gentle prophet, most priestly king
all knowing lord and lover... friend
His eye watching over, untiring
His voice cracks the landscape like lightening
I flower, with His sweet flute He won me
through the dense fog of darkness
His sun beams

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The King of all humility - in leading He defers
to the sovereign light above, the law
their union courts a mystic third

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when lust with love comes face to face
its skin it sheds and takes to wing
no longer blind
it bows with grace
cup overflowing
past veils of lace

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By His desire formed
in the cosmic womb - Creator's mind
brought to birth through Earth - in time
His rib returned, His throne reclined

Mer

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There must be two to play
as it's no fun to dance alone
based on the law of love they wait
and in finding form pyramids of old

None Greater

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The ego hides in a larger guise
supremacy of culture feeding the lie
our oneness is true in spite of history's blight
false lines of division-
love is the prism we use
to shine wisely His light

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Her lust, His ego - kept at bay
in feasting both keep true the play
no selfishness to weigh the heart
Paradise- the Garden... 

like at the start

Babel

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though words and symbols do explain
oft misconstrued, all said in vain
prejudging and in fear they turn from truth unknown
with eyes to see and ears that hear
the light remains - each new day shown

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He does not equivocate
but stands firm as the mountain
His is a will that pierces through
Truth flowing sweetly from His fountain

Love's Repast

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in the fury of passion we both lay - breathless
body spent, through the valley we find ourselves deathless
we feast on love, a banquet most precious
render to God what is His -
a devotion 

endless







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wait for love
listen to your dreams
when devotion's fruit is ripe
true love's face will there be seen

Sun King

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I hear them praise you everywhere
in every tongue, in every skin
within your sea of bliss I swim
led by your love - 
your light within










PictureArtist: Mark Henson
If you cannot trust the living
how can you trust in the unseen?
open body, mind and soul to this great giving
your only task is to receive








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He knows all there is to know about me
and yet He loves me still
Lord of true agape
eternity, my vow - 
His will fulfilled

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the self-sacrificing bull 
transcends the lion's vanity
He shares His wealth with all
shaking the kingdom free 

of sure calamity








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by your sweet grace
there is no enemy to assail me
it's all your will - for my awakening
prepare us the table, and I will eat gladly

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she is Truth's adornment
drawing attention to that goodness - that love
that giving - heroic- which does nourish and flower
leaving the progeny of falsehood to wither
felled as the tower

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through the day we sing in praise of Ra
through the night we dream of His return
the Lord of Love's promise - to save us all
He is the sweetest taste for which we yearn

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in the midst of bad men we forget
mind and body overcome by gross materiality
they would have us think the light a lie
they wish for us their own mortality













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we would not know light
save for its shadow
let the darkness remind us
without Him, the Earth lies fallow









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she stands atop the lion's back - defiant
the beast of vanity and lust - denied compliance
the measure of a man - his mastery of self
to such a one she gives her all
his living throne
his holy house

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when the righteous one comes 
no matter His appearance - foreigner or friend
lay for Him a fertile field, ready for the plow
grant His light the gift of immortality 
your vow - not to let it reach its end

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you've made your mind a prison
trapped in mazes of confusion
trust in Him - the Lord of thought
as God's hand you'll move without delusion

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receptacle of light
holy vessel for His giving
for the sake of love she drops the veil
every open path no longer hidden

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without the Sun this Earth shall perish - surely
we bide our time, standing poised - demurely
from the mind of one she comes, to be His temple - solely
let the Goddess make her offering
present this love to God - most purely

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His word- the due mean
He leads along the path of Truth
fear no death, nor enemy's disunion
from the table he prepares
eat the self-transcendent fruit

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my mind is His plaything 
my body - His kingdom
the Lord is my shepherd
all praises due - most holy Lingam

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those who love the King surely must be trained to serve
to listen... love... obey and to give without reserve
her every gesture, every word an artful emblem of accord
His goodness gleams and shines on all
the Truth made flesh - her precious Lord

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here no thought of self remains
her grail made empty to receive
repentant earth razed by ten flames
its fertile field - by seeds of light, redeemed

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adorations Ah-Min-Ra
great God of love and light
in myriad forms you come
vanquishing the dark of night
in one voice the veiled ones pray
let all men be as Min-
let goodness rule the day

For the Glory of Play

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For all my speech I've failed I fear
to let Love be... oh so sweetly conveyed
beyond the frame of form or name
just known first hand- devoid of sway
The King plays the prince, without title or fame
for the fruit of His garden
for the glory of play

The Secret Keepers

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the King walks naked down the halls
through the courtyard and nearly
in the sight of all
we keep the secret for sake of his joy

his wish, to dance freely-
with his creation, enthralled
be as one in his garden
...let the veil fall





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i long to feel God's hand
His gentle power

 His loving grace
He is the sun that shines
the earth and sky
the very wind 
that fills this place

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He promised i would never thirst again
but then so cruelly leaves
knowing Himself to be my cup
i long to drink His sweetness
to be warmed by His presence
to lay safe in His sight
free of pretense
filled with His light

Trust can only exist in the presence of Truth...



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even though bound in temporary chains
existing amidst the sting of life's semblant pain
striving 
reaching 
for the golden ring of satisfaction
becoming
attaining 
the 3 sided jewel of ecstasy 
this Divine surrender, 
after darkest night, remains
the beautiful light of Truth
...without stain

PicturePhotographer: Zena Holloway


lay down your heavy burden 
the frustration of your solemn will
disunion's ego burns in fire
love's soul is endless 
and lingers still

Surrender is Freedom from Fear

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The idea of submission to "God" and or submission to another human being fills some people with dread.
Why? Why is surrender such a threatening subject? It is threatening because it bespeaks the cessation of your perceived ego self... your wants, likes and dislikes and so on. You don't trust anything or anyone outside of yourself to care for you responsibly. You may think you have good reason based on memories of a personal or collective trauma where your trust was broken. But that experience is not ultimate Truth. Isolation-consciousness and the harm it renders is based on a false premise and so it lacks integrity, power and lasting effect. Love is the ultimate Truth and the ground of being. Love is everlasting and unconditional. It does not mistreat another based on egoic bias or fear. One Being has no cause to fear itself. Yet still you fear surrender. Still you fear this idea of "death." This is only because you have not seen "God" face to face. Knock and the door will be opened.

"Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another," concluded Einstein. There is no death. Death is an illusion... a transformation. We come to grips with our fear of death through elaborate ritual, religious parable, experiences of suffering etc. all so we can arrive at the peaceable acceptance of our own immortality in the face of change. We are here to experience the bliss of being and so at our best we are able to maintain joy even under the threat of death. This is one of the key signs of an "enlightened being." He or she is without fear; in its place is infinite trust. In its place is an innate knowing of the truth: you are loved, you are love. There is no cause to fear or hold resentment. Enjoy each new day, accept and embrace change.. direct change to benefit all beings so that other's fears may also be allayed.

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Trusting in God/NTR/the Beloved removes the fear of our annihilation. It was a fear that our individuated experience would end. But there was never an individuated experience in the first place, only a lack of total trust. Ultimately such fear is simply yet profoundly eclipsed by another overwhelming emotion... joy rooted in Love. Knowing you are loved allows you to stop fighting the tide in order to instead maintain receptivity to its flow. This is peace. This is bliss. You are free to let loose your mad grasping for control and find yourself part of a much greater force than you ever deemed possible.


~Thank you my Beloved Sun~


...Love is the most beautiful Truth.

PictureArtist: Gonzalez


the dove kisses soft the serpent's lips
and i am freed of dross
what bliss this is

The Meditation of Devotion

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Agape union is a constant act of meditation. One is continually filled with thoughts of how to please the Beloved- and the heart is filled with euphoric devotion. One listens intently to every utterance, observes every gesture and minds the tone of voice of the Beloved like combing the beach for treasure. The Beloved, always equally absorbed in giving pleasure, sometimes drops jewels of desire clothed in subtle inference. Pick them up. Polish them and then in perfect mirroring give them in pure love. Your reward is ever renewing, blissful gratitude and mutual fulfillment. The fruit of oneness.

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merciful flute player
raises delicately and determined
the serpent passion of my desire
freeing, affirming...

anointing
in white winged fire

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It's all a beautiful game. Lilith stormed off angry and offended at the prospect of Adam having the top position- at the thought of being at his mercy. She didn't want to play. But any lover knows that being at the mercy of the Beloved is a bliss unparalleled. Such a bliss cannot be forced however, so a new playmate can always be found. And again the question will be asked, "Do you trust me?"

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Earth is our place of refinement and prayer. Humanity is our temple- the holy place of our salvation and of our enlightenment. The words we utter, the thoughts we hold, the heart we share- these are our sacred offerings. Give the best of you to this One Being and feed lovingly the divine body of God.

Agape Lovemaking

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If eros (lustful so-called lovemaking) pales in comparison to agape (unconditional love)... what does agape lovemaking look like? Agape lovemaking is utter devotion reciprocally. Each partner is so filled with the desire to please the other that there is no thought as to one's own satisfaction. There is no need to dwell on one's satisfaction because there is total trust that one’s partner is devoted to your fulfillment. Agape lovers move in a subtler sphere of union- one of mental, emotional, spiritual and sexual synchronicity. The two are one. Not dwelling on your ‘self’ is what opened you to this union. So when delving into sexual enjoyment, it is key to keep this selflessness in mind and heart. 

All the loving you've ever done before this was just practice. It was learning what it feels like to not be loved and what it feels like to not trust- to not love a partner fully and without reservation. In agape lovemaking there is no falsehood and so no hiding places for a partner to step into unawares. There are no snares of emotional withholding to keep the two of you tethered to external concerns. Everything before this union is an external concern. Everything which you still carried from such previous stepping-stone relationships was ideally left behind in the great ‘let-go’ phase which ushered in this new agape love in the first place. And so with no external tethers the two agape lovers can free float in each other’s devotion, uninhibited. Here, we simply trust, no longer carrying the baggage of past trauma, heartache and loss. This is total trust in the Divine (NTR, Truth, God, Tao etc.) and total trust in one’s Beloved. 

PictureArtist: Cameron Gray
For such a powerful trusting to take root, the lovers must themselves become supremely trustworthy. They come to embody truth and thus act with love at all times. One partner is likely advanced and draws the other onward, healing the heart’s wounds with constant doses of loving truth, building trust slowly and steadily. Love does not coerce it allows, it guides, it mirrors and it nourishes the correct nature. This is how love grants the ultimate freedom. Agape lovers are free to be who they are with each other in fullest, sweetest display.

When you know who you are and you know you are welcomed to be that, what need is there for hankering? What need is there to pull and tug on your partner for base gratification or ego feeding? There is no ego here. The agape lover is ever aware of the Divine potential of the union. That is the nature of this hunger. Its objective is that blissful merging. That release of thought and desire which grants a pleasure sweeter than any selfish gratification can afford. In selfish lustful gratification the “self” is still present. Ecstasy is the transcendence of self. Agape lovemaking is both the transcendence of self and the immanence of the Beloved. Here, self is transposed with the other through devoted surrender and giving. Agape love is the unified path… the golden path. You are never empty, never “liberated” in abstract terms but rather liberated from the isolated self and immersed in an ocean of love. Devotion to the Beloved opens a door to the miraculous orchestration which brought you together and which maintains the Great Union itself… from microcosm to macrocosm.

Lovemaking is in itself a devotional act. Anyone creative- an artist, a musician, a builder and so on knows that to make something you engage fully and give your complete attention and passion to bring the piece into being. The same goes with lovemaking. It brings peace into being. Sex is an empty word. Lovemaking is the actual making of love, the manifesting of God. Agape lovemaking is a dance between two halves of one whole... each drawn magnetically to merge with that one who is set to manifest the same NTR… the same Truth. They resonate in harmony with each other totally, even if apparently from opposite social spheres. 

This union is a thing of beauty. More than marriage or relationship or friendship this union which allows agape lovemaking is a soul merging… a home coming.

~Thank you Beloved~

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Digital Collage- Devi Sarani
Originals: “Doreen Virtue - Magical Mermaids & Dolphins Oracle Cards”/Yogi Seal from Mohenjo-Daro


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the love He promises is so much greater
than the love of my trifling conception
i shed my false skin like chrysalis
and take wing 
...to pay homage

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Trust is the door to God
Love - 

the key that opens
Truth - 

the path that leads through darkness
release all fear
let heart be spoken

...Love is Truth is Trust...

PicturePixie Copley - "Love Heart Fractal"
bliss seeking fractal
in an ocean of thought,
churning
what isn't indelible,
of disunion, is burning
all that remains is love, ecstatically turning
what falls as dust isn't of us
just insatiable yearning





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all that is
all that ever will be
we
burgeoning
becoming
seen
magic, mystic, intelligence longing
to play ecstatic...
this new day dawning






PictureCameron Gray - "Mirror of Self"
mistake not the looking glass
for the reflection that's caught
Maya's web of a world - spun
by obsequious thought











All Paths Lead to Love for the Self-Surrendered

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A loving devotee is always happy because she constantly brings her mind back to her Beloved. No matter what events or misfortunes occur, this is so. When faced with even loss of property, the love-filled devotee thinks "Oh, well this is surely a ploy by my Beloved to free me of a potential distraction to loving Him. Once freed, I can be eternally bound by this love we share."

It is all a grand Divine conspiracy for the devotee's benefit. Truly. The Beloved hides and plays and teases the devotee, never wanting to coerce but always near. He waits for the devotee's ultimate desire for union, above all else. 

When the threat of separation becomes too much to bear, the devotee weeps and gives up everything. Not just the procedures of her search but all activity. In this self-helpless state the Beloved comes consoling. "I am here with you."

Time and time again the devotee is reminded that the Beloved is ever present and ever loving. This is a natural effect of her pure and sincere fire of longing. She draws what is sought- never lost and always found. 



Devotion in the Face of Injury

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One can be joyous in the face of "death" only if there is trust... great trust. For the surrendered, with loss of control and loss of egress only trust can remain. This is trust rooted in a love which has consistently been demonstrated. It is a love that is inherently trustworthy. In such a position one can be resigned to the fact that you really have no cause to fear. Even if you fall you will be caught. Even if you bleed you will be bandaged. 

Sometimes the remedy for decay is amputation. It isn't pleasant; you cry... but the core of your being is undisturbed. You can be happy because once the procedure is complete you can resume your bliss without the hindrance of decay. The Divine Presence will help you pick up the pieces and it will help you know which pieces to leave on the ground. 

We cant always take out our own splinters. Yet, that painful foreign object doesn't belong so we can only brace ourselves and whistle to ourselves then endure the healing.

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Through it all, the devotee is just glad to have the Beloved's attention. Any actions the Beloved bestows are for the devotee's betterment. Love and surrender are easy when things are going well. But the true test of surrender comes when the Beloved uses discomfort to move us where we would be better positioned to serve. One who is devoted, one who is claimed by the Divine, trusts even That One who injures her. Injury well construed with Divine intent is worth the suffering. 

"For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. 
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning..." - Khalil Gibran





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"tell me and i will forget
show me and i will remember"
make your life a living truth
a work of art
a thing of splendor

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ask to see God's face
and That One will come, revealing
make a seat, a holy place
no more use in just believing

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surrender
 is to the Truth
surrender 

is to that third presence
we are one
glowing radiant

dancing beneath a shared sun
...unfettered



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thoughts of only His embrace
transfixed in bliss unending
dwelling only on His face
deep pools of love, His eyes-
heartrending







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i am His and not my own
desires fade... more nobly prone
the sweetest taste so pure does drip
not from my want but from His lips






 


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foretold and first foreseen in dream, resplendent
this one fell to her knees bereft
you ask how to know
when you've been found by your intended?
it was coming face to face with my own death






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when Guru comes
will you walk or run?
hear His truth or pretend you have pride?
He comes bearing gifts
for those open to hear
let your ego have nowhere to hide

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in the dessert of isolation
He came for me
in a den of lions He came,

gently rescuing
playing His flute 
most merciful cow herd
taking away what i had
to grant what was meant for me

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all holy spanda
the beating and the nil
the space and the form
the play of lovers still

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avoid the false light of fake suns
lamps which burn just for themselves
by and by no earth will fructify there
demons of disunion
they make this heaven a hell

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Neter is a cosmic web
a sea of God, 
of Love
we are but koi who swim in bliss
creating, destroying
with songs
unsung

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giving and receiving
Divine harmony of poles
purusha orchestrating
filling every space 

and hole

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look what you have given
look what you have done to me
your love is a fountain
and i wish to drink
eternally

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how beautiful it is to speak with one 
who utters only that Love
the sweet music of Truth
like the dove of the grail
quenching all thirst...
embodying proof

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Divine union is protection from disunion
transcendent enjoyment of play
safe harbor from a world of confusion
attainment yielding 
sweet beholden dismay

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wet with the dew of His presence
all seeing 
all knowing
His power
stripped bare of all falsehood
and sweetly exuding...
His flower

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you who scorn surrender -
is the earth a slave to the sun?

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Listen to the Truth Speakers. Truth is true regardless of the language its spoken in or the symbology which houses it. Listen closely. Listen intently. Listen with a pure sincerity. In doing so you find yourself surrounded by a choir of Divine messengers. You'll be immersed in the holy utterances of the Lovers - the seekers who have been found. They all say this is "the one truth." They don't mean across the board.. their symbology above all others. They mean, "This is the one truth. This diamond I hold... which you and he and she may call by another name... this diamond... is yours to attain." 

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be in love
with your opposite
find all conundrums solved
let up be down and down be up
...evolve

RADA: Exalted Union

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Goddess is object oriented. Her bliss is material.. that is her nature. God is more abstract, more logic, more cerebral. His bliss is mental. As their embodiment, expressed in the polarity of female and male, we engage in rites of union to neutralize this apparent dichotomy. The material is acknowledged as one with the mental. Both spheres are balanced, one by the other. She is a being centered in devotion; the realm of the tangible, of feelings and emotions. He on the other hand is a being centered in thought. The realm of consciousness. They are two halves forming one whole. As above, so below. In exalted union each is afforded the opportunity to enact his or her inherent nature. This is liberation. In the female's devotion to the mental sphere of her male, harmony is achieved. Subordination is not an issue, as the two are ideally one. His thoughts epitomize her desires as concrete, penetrating truth. Her actions, beauty and compassion give ideal form to his conceptions. 

Trying to impose this ideal on partners who have not both surrendered to the process of spiritual self-refinement is futile. This can make no sense in the absence of spiritual maturity. To be what we are we must first slough away what we are not. Relationships allow us this opportunity, as one’s partner acts as a mirror... reflecting back to us our level of refinement as if with a sonic ping. It is one’s choice to accept that depiction and continue to portray it or to abandon it as no longer useful, preferring to pursue instead a more ego-less self-expression. 

The work then unarguably becomes nourishing society with ample opportunities for personal and collective cultivation. If our ideal state is ego-less mutual reciprocity, and knowing that this provides perpetual ecstatic harmony for both the couple in union and society as a whole… then how do we provide this nourishment irrespective of social, cultural, economic and political constraints? Institutions, churches, traditions and the like all bump boundaries antagonistically do to the illusionary differences in language and symbolism. And so what can be done that does not rely on any such contrivance? What flows like water around, through and over any apparent obstruction?

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The answer is Agape love. The cosmos is made up of it. Water is akin to the energetic field of Goddess herself and all that exists is a constant giving. Life is energetic pulsation rooted in the pursuit of blissful play. Beyond the illusion of separation, all seemingly diverse forms are connected. We are an ocean of being. Giving on one end yields receiving on another and on and on in perpetuity. All that’s required is to thirst and Goddess fills the need like a doting mother. And so vibration is the key to reaching and nourishing all with a refined awareness/experience. Agape love is the zenith of self-refinement as it inherently broadens the conception of the self beyond natal identity. Loving unconditionally and giving unconditionally unburdens the singular self of local consciousness. 

There are certain words of efficacy, streaming from the realm of Divine awareness, which can be used to cultivate such a loving. Words which vibrate with Agape. “RADA” brings one into alignment with his or her core nature -- the goal of self-refinement. The "mantra" {undisclosed} immerses one in the energetic ocean of Goddess’ love. Both are necessary for harmony. Love will fail ultimately if the party involved fails to move beyond the foundational level of self-love. Self-love is rooted in an affirmation of one’s identity, values, and behaviors. RADA reveals one’s identity by invoking the light of truth to manifest on the physical plane… as our very selves. Only then can values, behaviors and so on come into alignment with one’s highest purpose. Once you know who you are and are secure in that you can move on to giving to others without fostering any lingering egoic distractions. The "mantra" {undisclosed} then becomes both prayer and benediction, as the Lover radiates Divine love to all.

RADA is of course known to be the most devoted paramour of Lord Krishna. Which brings us again to the ideal union of Goddess and God, female and male. Such an ideal is only possible after we have cultivated ourselves and embraced a surrender to our own core nature (NTR).. to God itself. This surrender expands in acknowledgement of the energetic ocean of love flowing as and through all beings. 


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his light
a rod of mercy
giving
giving
filling every space
shining radiant
creator sustainer destroyer
sovereign 

lord of this holy place

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she is heart
and he is mind
one body, a nexus 
shared purpose
dancing weightless
at the core of time

RADA: Union of  Awareness and Fulfillment

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In embodying Divine love all our experiences are exalted. Even the seemingly mundane institution of marriage is elevated to rasa lila when true seekers engage. Male- female attachment leads to peace because it is the surrendering of one polarity to the other. This is not some crude dogmatic edict. When you’re ready for this it happens. When you seek this it finds you. To become ready, we simply work on perfecting ourselves. You don’t become hubris and think you’ve attained perfection, you simply seek to refine yourself and decrease your dross. Then you can recognize your spiritual home- your polar opposite lover when he or she presents. 

To trust your husband is to trust existence itself. We are talking about the highest expression of union here. To trust and submit to one’s husband is to trust God itself. He trusts God. She falls silent before him, he is her center, her safe harbor from action… tumultuous action. He is her stillness. She on the other hand is his path to experience. Through loving his Shakti he shows his love for creation. He is the sun and she is the earth. They are RaDa- wise awareness and blissful fulfillment. Through the pride he takes in her flowering he comes to feel great bliss. Through the surrender she gives in trusting his awareness she comes to know great bliss.

She is not his slave, she is his dove. She soars by his wisdom. Their love play gives to the world the sweetest, most relishable experiences of joy, compassion and peace. This truth obliterates all dogma. You are free of all misunderstanding. There is no imposition, only truth. The choice is always yours and you will get what you seek.

The true longing is for peace from longing. He aches for fertile soil.. for one to give his awareness to. She aches for her sun, the one who will light up her darkness... the one who will make her aware of the path to blissful experience. In that blissful experience both know peace. This peace comes from mutual surrender to the expression of Divine love in both their own lives and outwardly to benefit all.

There is no ego here. Nothing this man says is about him. He seeks only her fulfillment and that of God’s plan. A woman can only surrender to such a one as this. He is a man of God. His voice is silent before the Divine “is.” The truth just is, he doesn't need to contort it to fit his understanding or his own striving. He has realized there is no need to strive. He floats, golden, in the tide of Divine remembrance. 

This type of woman, likewise, is of God. The truth of NTR has dawned in her mind and heart. Compassionate and naturally loving, she persistently thinks of others above herself. She listens for hints of truth in nature, dream, oracles, and sacred texts. All of these confirm what she already knows deep within, as a part of her core nature. She is one with it, like he is. When both have opened to that oneness, that acknowledgement that it is bigger than them both… then they come together like a magnet draws steel; fitting together like a plug in a socket. Together their full potential is realized where it never could be alone.

This is the great union. Wisdom is meant to be expressed outwardly - in loving, guiding, protecting and helping the family, the community, the world. This keeps it from becoming egoic arrogance. It is shaped and adapted by the needs of the receptive. It is never forced as some rigid “I-ness”… "what I think, feel, and do is superior to what you think feel and do." It is always humble, simply a helping along. There is no self interest. This is love, exalted in submission to its fullest self.

--Thank you to my Beloved Sun.

RADA: On Submission

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In exalted union he is the head, she has faith in his authority and rescue. His authority is vested in his own submission to the Divine. A male who has raised himself to being an embodiment of love is worthy of veneration, beginning with his wife. Wife therefore has a responsibility to affirm and encourage a male of such quality. She does so by being a living example of his influence. She demonstrates her faith in him by humbly accepting his guidance. While, conversely, he demonstrates his love of the Divine by remaining ever aware and nurturing regarding her thoughts and desires... humbly placing them above his own. And both, male and female, surrender to the Divine above their union.

We can see the interplay of feminine and masculine polarities in the archetypes of Shiva and Shakti, Radha and Krishna, Auset and Ausar… the lingam and yoni. There is always this union. The male is awareness. All knowing consciousness is the underpinning of physical reality. His light pervades all matter. In submitting in union as wife the female reaffirms the existence of that all pervading awareness. In self sacrificing for the wife, the husband affirms the validity of physical experience. They are both affirmed in fulfillment. In physical terms, the female/manifestation appears to be the dominant force. Physicality is more apparent. You would need a super microscope to see the light of awareness within atoms and so on; but its there. So in reality neither is dominant. They are one. To tap into this awareness/experience we engage in submitted union.

And why do we get so bothered when confronted with the notion of submission to the opposite gender? We become so insulted. This is ego talking. We can for a time be unwilling to accept our own place as just a part of the whole. Yet that is what each of us is in essence-- a part. Submission is our natural state of being, the way an ounce of water is in total submission to the ocean. It loses nothing. It is not negated. It floats as one with its entirety. It is in truth an enormity. But this is perceivable only through submission. 

Submission is both transcendence and imminence. In submitting one transcends the trivial- the cacophonous noise of efforts which are not in alignment with the needs of the whole. That is bliss in transcendence. The ounce of water does not seek existence apart from the ocean. There is no ‘above’ the ocean. There are different forms-- different processes and purposes. That ounce of water when it surrenders to what it is may be lifted in evaporation and fall as rain, carefree. Then it knows the bliss of quenching a thirst. 

Submission is also bliss in immanence because it revels in the truth of its very being. It is what it is. It is one with that which it submits to. There is nowhere to go and nothing to seek. Bliss is right here, now. 

So in a relationship who submits to who? Both submit to the Divine. Whichever of the two is a reed flute, (to quote Rumi) channeling the truth of oneness with greatest clarity and love.. then that one is the head. Simply raise each other up. Be love and give love. Call out for that Sun which alights all darkness. Be that light... be that fructifying earth. 

How to let it...

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Each finds peace in the other because the other resolves the imbalance of one's polarity. As fullest expression of fulfillment/experience Shakti comes to know peace and rest by giving up her actions to her Shiva. He directs her through alignment with Divine awareness... submission to the third presence. As fullest expression of awareness, Shiva comes to know joy and fulfillment through his Shakti's flowering. These are just terms, the truth is nameless. Let Shiva master his receptivity to the Divine voice. Let Shakti master her expression of Divine bliss. Let the two merge in humble, reverent servitude to the truth of Divine love.

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She knows
by not knowing
He feels 
by not feeling
They merge
by not being

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why should i keep anything
even my darkness i give away to the fire
my goodness i give away to you
to that fire

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love's truth is the most beautiful
that's how to recognize it
glowing
shining
pure
untinged by shadows of "me alone"
giving
reveling
dancing free



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you will be the most exposed as you have ever been
more naked than you have ever been
more a truth than you have ever been
all that doesnt serve
burned away by your heart's fire

The Other's Thorn, My Own

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'when you see me
I pray you pardon my inequities 
dwell not on my wrongs 
but look toward my rights
the doings of my fathers-
a thorn which pains us both
lets sit by the cherry blossom tree
with tweezers and lemonade
to free ourselves of history's yoke



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His glance contains the sun in it
His speech the sound of thunder... rolling
His touch the dance of butterfly wings
my skin and all within made holy

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i am just his mouth piece
his breath passing sweetly through me
with innocence he lures me
his love controls me softly




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knower-known ....
 knowing
doer-done.... 
doing
lover-loved... 
loving

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this cant be spoken
no teaching
no reading
just striving
just seeking
just be It

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he worships her
because her beauty is his life
her joy his joy
her fulfillment...
his one and only 
purpose

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in silence i remain a witness
in speaking i become a stranger
meet me there within that knowing
two lovers merging
let go the barrier

Breath of Life

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sole truth beneath all knowledge
the dancing of the two in one
their love courses through all
the pulsing heart of being
in ceasing... we are none

Abandon What Doesn't Serve

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let your prejudices die
send to the fire your believing 
you wont need these here
tell all the strangers you'll be leaving

Tantric Union

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in-breath is yoni mouth's fulfillment
out-breath releases lingam tongue to float in emptiness
one movement wrapped in stillness

in adoring her he bows
she opens to receive him and lingers long in holding
in adoring him she bows
and he thrusts deeply... seeking to fill her cavernous well

in the gap between they fly in endless sky
there, both power and passion surge

each exalted in the other's existence
they merge

On Devotion

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Submission and devotion are one and the same. It is stepping outside of yourself for the sake of another. Study all the texts, endure all the penances, bump your head up against all the brick walls... and then finally when you get tired you sit down and let go. It's the let go. It's the acknowledgement that you don't know it all and can't do it all mixed with the realization that you never had to in the first place. That's where the "grace" comes in. This part is not something that can be taught. You come to know there is an undercurrent of support once you surrender and actually start petitioning it. Once you start calling out in the dark, once you start yelling into the abyss then it yells back. Then you know. Then your questions and anxieties about devotion start to recede... because you see that you are not crazy for letting go. You are not believing in purple unicorns. This Love is ever present. You on the other hand are not. Simple truth. Most of what you take as your identity is transient. Ultimately whether you hold conversations with the unknown abyss or not you will cease to exist in your current form when you are knocked down a peg by death itself. So why not just embrace this early and revel in it. There is more than you... through devotion you can tap into it and taste immortality. Stop going around looking for proof, it is no one else's job to convince you. This is your walk. Accept the truth and let the union happen. The abyss has been calling to you untiringly, so simply take your fingers from your ears... and just listen. 

It's Here

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it's here
it's tangible
this air is tainted
tinged with the sticky sweet dew of their union
i breathe in their pleasure
the sweat of their passion
overcome by the erotic moaning 

of birds and beasts
men and ocean waves
these women glance her desire
and the clouds release torrents... 
his kingdom has come



Sky Dancing Silence

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tongue within wet mouth
as lingam within yoni
in silence They meld
one
in utterance 
They birth their bliss

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Divine lovers
Goddess and God
one in union
and never separate
He courses through her,
She writhes ecstatic
bear witness... 
lend aid to this dancing
be possessed by this loving
let it overflow 
into our doing
our being
us

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when is She happiest?
that's where He's pushing Her buttons best
where She giggles is where He draws our attention
only in Her happiness do we know He is pleased
look to the Women


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Through devotion to form
one gains the formless

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one point becomes one segment becomes one sphere 
becomes one...
Being

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they have only prisons to offer me
you are the boundless sky
pink at sunset

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you bow to Love
never to me
i am you
and you are Love

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they promise me glass
and tell me it's diamond
you offer me gold
in the guise of tin
dancing me to the inner courtyard
you steal me from them
granting my heart’s wish
like an effulgent jinn

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where is your wall built?
let us see it
that's where the work is
that's where the path leads
again and again and again
run circles around yourself
until you fall exhausted
then pick up the chisel...

and follow me in

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I love you.

Let this be your mantra. In it is contained the whole of existence. It affirms the "I" and acknowledges the "you." Both the inner and outer are praised... and "love" is the bridge." It is the ground of being, the seed of experience, the map to ecstatic relation between both I and You.

Be a lover. Be loveable. Allow your life to be a living, glowing monument of this flow. Never settled too long in the "I," yet never dissipated in the "you." Returning always to the stillness of that love at the center. 

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I lay down my fears at the feet of Love
baptized in my tears at the feet of Love
body, mind and soul I surrender
given, one and all, to the fire of this Love



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Tantric union is the resolution of all opposites. If there is aversion in you to any given "opposite" then you shall not pass. There is after all no duality in absolute oneness. Duality exists here in the external phenomenal world for sake of enjoyment. But duality resolves in oneness. The highest truth is oneness; the interrelated inter-connectivity of all things and all beings... regardless of your personal hang-ups. Regardless of how people will perceive your delving into the taboo which that “opposite” represents. Let there be no “no” in you, then you will move unencumbered. Or you can keep your aversions, your insecurities, your fears and complexes. And in so doing, remain in the world of beggars... in the world of "no," closed to the big “yes” of this miraculous existence. 

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i know not words to describe this love
it comes unexpected
a form unanticipated
a jewel
a pearl in an ever unfolding ocean of bliss
with wisdom he came
with unconditional love he came
with the gift of union he came
who am I?
we are one...
his promise
his constant yielding
with the innocence of a dove
he seeks only to love me
to feed my longing for knowing
to fuel my fire for God
to merge with me in that Presence
beyond time
nourishing the hearts of all seekers
all darkness of separation
and aversion
a lie

Why Goddess Worship

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We turn to the Mother for Truth because she governs creation
She is the matrix of physical existence
She births purpose
She knows the secrets of transcendence and imminence
the lingam of Divine awareness rests ever within her form
She is not to be negated
He is not to be ignored
together they create worlds

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a playful actor
God wears a mask
on the street he passes
and unaware you ask 
for the blaring sound of trumpets
the glow of other worldly light
but on the street he passes
if you would only court true sight


Busy Bees, All.

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Those who constantly talk, constantly flutter about
are seeking affirmation of individual self-hood. 
Affirm them.
Grant them leave to discover the unending fountain
and then seek the peace of silent stillness.
Know the sticky sweet bliss of union
at the center of life's honeycomb
 

Divine Choice

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Divine love is all around us 
It is supreme because its will is reserved
It’s desire is for your pleasure
and so it does not directly manipulate
or go so far as to insist upon its way
Its way is your way
You are One with It
You are It
Love, to know It
Let yourself be open
Learn to listen
Leaving aside your judgments and expectations
Then you can be as you are truly meant to be
An embodiment of bliss
All knots and obstructions burned away
by the fire of your devotion to the Truth.




If you wish you may float blissful on the wind or drift through dark forests. The choice is always yours. Align thoughts, feelings and actions with your true choice in order to know the free flow of oneness.

There is no ego in Love's speech. There is no self. Love is always concerned with your well being. Learn to be receptive to that subtle guidance uttered with grace and complete humility. It has the most power.. as it is one with Divine will. 

~ thank you Beloved ~

Silence and Beauty: the Divine Duality

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Love and choice are fundamental in creation because we are here to simply enjoy existence. Silence is the ultimate source of love. It simply enjoys without interference. This is why the divine is silent at the center, at the core. It is why we seek stillness. Silence is beautiful because it is the fundamental truth-- you are not compelled through force. Because you are one with God, with creation, you are equipped with choice. This silence is the realm of the formless. It is the springboard, starting point, ground of being for creation to unfold. Lovefull, aesthetic experiences are supremely beautiful because they are closest to silence. They are subtle, sublimely powerful in that they embody truth without yet bearing the force of convincing. Beauty just is. Love just is. Truth just is. It is up to you to respond to it in one manner or another. And so Silence and Beauty, archetypal God and Goddess, form the blissful see saw of ideal experience with Love as the pivot. 

We come to know God through play; through creating experiences of beauty based on truth, hinged on love which compels us gently to come out of that core silence. We come out of silence to create blissful experiences for others; to replace suffering with enjoyment… to make reality reflect the truth of oneness in ideal terms.

Simultaneous Oneness and Difference

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You are not “no-one.” You are “everyone.” 
The ego’s primary fear is annihilation. The stronger the ego sense, the greater the aversion to spiritual unity. For this age, referred to by some as Kali yuga or Isfet, spiritual unity is more easily proposed via affirmation of identity as opposed to negation of identity. Ego sees negation coming a mile away. Even though spiritual unity is not really a negation of the self… it is affirmation of the self in the broadest sense. It is an acceptance of flaws, misdeeds etc. It is acceptance at the point of realization in spite of those forays into selfish indulgence. 

And so how is the being both affirmed and brought into harmony with oneness? Through the donning of an ideal identity by choice; an identity that is more beautiful, more truth because it is free of falsehood and centered in personal bliss. The ideal identity affirms the being on the deepest level, freeing the individual from clutching so desperately to an isolation-consciousness. Be what you are, this is your ideal. Honed and developed through devotional efforts, yes, but already latent. The ego is never forced, and thus it is ultimately transcended. Personal purpose and desire are key. 

In love play one pursues whatever taste gives enjoyment. Enjoying... enjoying... until ultimately those tastes and desires become more refined. Until the being is moved more deeply by the subtlest aesthetic experience of beauty and love. When desires are exhausted naturally the being feels affirmed. Not prevented, not judged but instead allowed the choice to be and to express its personal ideal. To the degree that such expression does not harm or hinder another being’s expression and enjoyment of desire its pursuit is unencumbered. However, the more one’s desire, purpose and ideal come to also reflect the needs of everyone, the greater its latent power and beauty, strengthening its tangible manifestation. 

How does one go about donning an ideal identity? One becomes an avatar of a particular archetype through one of two paths. On the first path one’s identity or core nature is revealed by a spiritual expert -- one who is gifted with knowing. One is told which “deity walks” along side; the name of one’s Ishta Devata or Ori Orisha etc. Those who walk the second path learn their ideal identity through divination, trial and error, self-reflection. Both paths can naturally be combined. Just by seeking all is revealed. You can just be a lover. That wanting to please another both affirms the personal desire as well as transcends it via the act of surrendered service. Simultaneous oneness and difference are thereby realized. Creating, assisting with and witnessing such love play satisfies progressively our most passionate to our most subtle hunger for both affirmation and participation in Divine experience. Centered in the silence of witnessing, acting out of compassion we merge and yet remain co-creators. 

Sleeping with the Enemy: Union Rites for Healed Vision

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Union with the “other” or the “opposite” is a profound act of meditation. It’s implications spread out from the center, becoming more than just a ritual practice. The union of opposites, enacted in lovemaking rites, fosters an awareness of Divinity pervading all things. The Divine is not monopolized by any one group. Regardless of any acts of aggression or negligence committed by members of one group toward another, union rites remind us that the Divine still dwells even there... even with “them.” Such divisive acts are committed by a portion, a segment, but never the whole. And that portion, which has committed any atrocity or inflicted any hardship on another group, acts out of concert with the underlying truth of union. Seeking union with a representative of the infamous “other” is not a dismissal or approval of wrongs committed. It is instead an act which frees the seeker of mistrust, allowing the perception of Truth, Love and Divine oneness.  

Union with the “other” is a monumental act which we engage in to self-correct any kinks in our core understanding/experience of oneness with all creation. When corrected, we can then perceive ourselves to be a part of an unending ocean of Divine presence. Dwelling in resentment, fear and hatred toward an “enemy” only strengthens the barrier illusion. In reality there is no barrier. All our “why not’s” are false and based on conditioned responses learned from other people and our environment. This is why the spiritual paths are so important in that they give us opportunity to pause and cleanse ourselves of the rust of misperception. 

In tantra there is emphasis on joining with one’s opposite. A thin woman would seek a man of girth. A wealthy man would seek his compliment in a woman of meager means. An African and a European join and dissolve their barriers and grievances. And on it goes. This deliberate joining assuages contention. It fosters understanding where otherwise there would be fear or aversion. 

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Sexual union is an ultimate act, preceded first by acts of kindness toward the “other;” building intimacy through empathy. Giving compliments, smiles, gifts and aid are the practices for this sadhana. Doing so gives us receptivity once again to the flow of give-receive. When something has gone awry between apparent opposites we apply the band-aid of union rites to encourage healing. This can be done in increments, beginning with the male seeking his opposite in a female of his same ethnicity, background and socio-economic class. This gives an affirmation of one’s love-ability and allows the feeling of connectedness to that which appears outside of oneself. From there one can delve into a greater realm of opposites, growing a deeper appreciation for that which is valid beyond our immediate sphere of familiarity.

Realization occurs through deliberate acts of self-refinement. There are times to be ruthless when cutting the binds of our own falsehoods. And there are times when we can simply let them fall away through love’s subtlety. Doing so reveals the Truth that we are safe in the hands of creation. 

Your work, now, is to better yourself; to prepare yourself to be worthy of union with another. Be free of falsehood that you may join with purest of intentions, without hankering, seeking only to Love.

One with Creation

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God plays through utterance. We are the Divine mouth. Our actions and our speech create the field of play. If you find yourself in miserable conditions, look toward your speech and thoughts. What you say to others. What you do to and for others. We are the Divine  mouth and the ear that hears. This is the Truth at the root of concepts like karma and cause and effect. An action has an effect because both exist as one field of being.  If all were not one, there would be no consequences to actions. Separation is an illusion.  

PicturePronounced "netch-er" or "n - ter"
Examples of the Divine understood as the power of utterance can be found in various spiritual traditions. Here in the Kemetic (Ancient Egyptian) hieroglyph for "God" we see NTR broken down as 
N (wave): vibration; sea of existence.
T (loaf or flag): Truth; that which is.
R (mouth): utterance.

Meditation is simply tuning in to hear the Truth. But clarity is only possible after we have transcended our own background noise. The static of untruth. 

We are fish swimming in an infinite ocean of intention which forms experience through articulation. Articulation is movement. It is defined as: the action of putting into words an idea or feeling of a specified type. Yet also, articulation means a state of being jointed. We are each a point of articulation within the body of God. What we say and by extension what we do determines which way we move and what we experience. 

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Thus the existence of the Guru, the Mamaissi, the Mambo, the Guide. Masters of articulation, they move us toward balance and correct our missteps. We are all a mouth of the Divine but these blessed beings have realized the fact. No longer clouded by the static of their own self interest they perceive the interconnected web. One with the Truth, these self-realized giants among us shine the light of Divine Love for all to see. Look to them. 

Knowing How to Play Begins with Speech

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Listening is the foremost spiritual practice. Before mantras, before dogma, before everything. To listen we must control the tongue. This is the root of ego transcendence. This is where reading stories about the wise have impact. From their examples and philosophies we learn how to have self-control and not insist upon our own way. 

Let fall the barriers in you to receiving what is said and what is given by another. If I say "triangle" to you, your reply should not be “why?” Why shows your lack of trust, your doubt, your own feelings of unworthiness to receive what I have to give.

Your reply would better be given as “circle.” This shows you are playing the game. See my offering and raise it. Hit the ball back. Too much questioning stops the game. Keep the ball in play through optimism, trust and innocent surrender to the experience. That experience, at that moment, with that other person or people is your immersion in the Divine... in the substratum of Love’s light that pervades all things. Let there be no barriers in you. Let there be only Love in you. Then you will know blissful freedom and fulfillment. 

The problem arises when we listen yet fail to understand or when we speak yet fail to be comprehended. This breeds frustration. Moreover, our egoic deflections create a mobius strip of confusion. Spiritual maturity denotes an ability to speak and listen from the heart which transcends both comprehension and ego. Only then can we remain calm and give poignant replies or statements which reflect pure Truth. 

On a subtle level it all boils down to the nuance of interaction. Know the difference between asking verses making statements. This is how you will know how to respond. If a person has not asked, insisting upon explanation can be taken as an attempt to force. Simply listen. When you begin to hear the sound of your voice more than the other’s voice, remember to stop and listen. This is the great give and take, the masculine and feminine dance of polarity. Balance and harmony are the resulting foundation for continued blissful play.

When words fail, after we have slung them hastily, we can always take refuge in the Love between us. Never take things too seriously. Be like two puppies jostling over a toy then laying on each other as they enjoy their mother’s milk. That subject matter that you were fussing about is just a cloud passing in an infinite sky.  When you stray too far into polarized confusion, fall back together into the sea of Love that sustains you both.

On Why the Seeker Wanders

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The Seeker, when blessed with the knowing of Love and the vulnerable innocence of Truth understands that all words and all actions are to stay in alignment with that Love. Love becomes one’s center simply because it is an ever flowing fountain of bliss. Being in the company of Love's strangers, the Seeker is compelled to tolerate the effects of their falseness and the tiresome egoic assertion of their craving. This occurs because the Seeker wishes to not unsettle their understanding; to not provoke grievance in the face of perceived condescension. But this toleration is a lie... a falsehood which time and again pulls the Seeker out of that ecstatic center. 

Love does not control it compels. It does so through subtle, beautiful giving.  There is no self-serving flavor there. The Seeker comes to perceive the subtle taste of Love and easily compares all to that ideal state. If those in the Seeker's company have not known Love, they have no point of reference in order to maintain such a bliss. The Seeker then finds herself/himself on a barren island when all she/he wants to do is merge in the sea of unobstructed being. This sea is comprised of infinite Seekers seeking... infinite vessels open to the giving and receiving of pure Love. Letting go of egoic self-interest opens the door. Leaving behind people and constructs which don’t serve the give-and-receive flow makes clear the path.

The truth of Love is a dove, delicate and unoffending;  not a thing to dangle before clinging hands or force upon unready minds. Those who have not yet had their hearts broken open would damper the blissful intoxication of the loving Seeker. In turn the Seeker's truth would damper the intoxication of the Strangers… they too are drunk on their truth. 

Let us all enjoy the stupor of our Truths in peace... until all hearts are broken open and we drink ecstatically from the one cup.

These Strangers

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These strangers are like a record playing, 
dull notes droning on singing only of themselves...
past glories or future acquisitions.
The Seeker speaks with such as these 
and can for a time share in the melody
But always... always… the needle reaches the record’s edge
then in fear of silence, it begins again on the same song.

And so, the Seeker once again returns to silence.

How the Magic Happens

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The most basic way to understand and experience the Truth is through giving. We are each other. One cup pours into the next and all are satisfied. Suffering occurs when we accept falsehoods such as “I am in this alone,” “I am separate,” or “I have to get what I can get for myself because no one else will care for me.”  This creates a false isolation. But it is only a mind trick. To come out of such a fog all one has to do is simply ask. Speak of your thirst and it will be quenched. No mater what it is. The more such a thirst is in league with the Truth of our inter-connectivity, the more help one will receive in bringing it forth… because you simply acknowledge that inter-connectivity. Asking is the first step in reaching beyond oneself. Talk to the sky, the moon, the idol, the friend… ask and wait patiently. Remembering, when your thirst is quenched, to pour your love into another. 

{ Winter 2013 }

Bleeding Hearts and Mirror Gazing

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Erzulie Freda Dahomey (aka Mater Dolorosa, etc.) who is love personified and deified, is known to wail and cry inconsolably when the ideal she envisioned fails to last. Far from vain and self absorbed, the Mother knows that Love is the holy grail of life; the sweetest note; the promise of suffering's end. She sees it. She knows where this bliss lies for each of us and when we fail to manifest Love's truth in our lives she weeps for us.

She is adorned in and surrounded by all of life's fineries. All the glitter and all the gold. She is at the heart of all that we seek, only She is not transient like our material excesses. She reminds us that wealth and finery is fool's gold when not directed to the perpetuation of Love and ideal harmony.

The Mother of Love is known to stab herself in the heart. This reminds us that the heart is the key. Seeking the material and sensual pleasures of life must be done from a place that is without selfish ego. One's individual desire to possess must be transcended. Look into Her mirror. Who are you? What does your heart beat for? If it beats for selfish gain then you have already set yourself up for wounding and poisoned your goal. Open your heart and then pursue the best life has to offer, intent on sharing it with all of Her children. Her bounty is meant to be attained and shared with all who seek it.

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Erzulie stabs herself in the heart in the face of humanity's egoic selfishness. We rebuke Love and peace in pursuit of false ideations and like any Mother She is pained by our dire choices. She doesn’t want to see us suffer. But, the wellspring of Love that She is, She doesn’t punish or take her blade to us. Instead She stabs herself. And what child could bear to see their mother suffering so? 

On a more tangible level, the abused wife can be understood along similar lines. Her capacity to love keeps her in a state of suffering. Her ability to envision an ideal drives her to stab herself in the heart. She martyrs herself.  Ignoring her heart's deepest truth she embraces false gold... illusory castles in the sky. Not understanding that the Mother's dolor is undertaken to teach those receptive to such lessons. She is in truth far beyond risk of injury. When an abused woman wakes up to the futility of her sacrifice she can set out to pursue real Love. How is this done? Not only in the case of the abused woman, but in all our cases?  All false hopes must be shattered. All that was desired and clung to in vain must be all at once destroyed, in effect we must endure that devastation. And only then can we find redemption through introspection; through the mirror which Love Goddess carries. In spite of all that surrounds us, even if we feel compelled to hold onto it all we must look within to hear our heart's calling.  

Mirror Gazing 101

To get reacquainted with your heart's calling, try these basic practices. Here, your mind/heart is the mirror. Be patient with yourself and answers will come.

  1.  Ask. Sit at your shrine or meditation spot and talk to your higher self, the Mother or whatever Divine conception you have and ask outright "What is my path?" "What will bring me fulfillment now?" etc. Burning incense/oils, lighting candles and playing meditative music may help set the tone. Make it a sacred exercise.

  2. Dream Divination. After asking pay attention to your dreams and note them in a special journal only for chronicling dreams. See the answers unfold in images, in direct communication with guides and as waking insights.

  3. Oracles. Find a system of oracular divination which you feel attuned to and understand easily. Seek further insight on the messages you've received in dreams. Or, use the oracle first and then watch your dreams for more insight. You'll learn which order works best for you. (Example oracles: I-Ching, Tarot, Obi, etc.)


Do it now...

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Stop now where you are and talk to the Beloved. Tell the Divine that you seek it. Call Her/Him by name, invoke form, recall scent and speak your heart freely. Light a candle, burn incense, offer flowers and call the Divine like you call to a lover and the light will come without fail. Forget everything. Seek only one thing. Call out with your voice, your body, with whatever you possess. Like striking flint against stone with your desire you will draw out a flame.  That flame, that magnificent moment of contact becomes your scion. Water it, nurture it, dwell on it until it takes root in your soul and branches out from your being, becoming a living, tangible relationship with Love that bears fruit for all seekers. 

Seek the Company of Lovers

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There are those who will look on you with disdain and even hatred, accusing you of selfishness, abandonment and all manner of villainy. But these are those who only see in you a shadow, not your true nature but a form of their construction. They see in you what they need you to be and not what you truly are. These are not seekers of 'God' but seekers of self. Their grasping and opinionated banter will drain you and pain you as you become more and more a Lover. Learn to recognize them... and learn to leave them. 

Why devotees sing

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True devotees are in agony, longing for a glimpse, a word from their Divine beloved. Or, they are jubilantly remembering such a mystic blessing. This point is beyond intellectual discourse, there is no explaining it and no need to. There is simply the experience of it. Song, dance and art allow it to be expressed without the boundaries of words alone. When we feel deeply we call out. For the seeker of grace, for the lover, chanting and singing is a relief and a release of great emotion... we chant and sing as a gift to the Divine. To call the light to us. There is nothing else to say for the devotee but the Divine name... again and again and again.

Truth is Stronger than the False, Be Truth

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You don’t have to lament the inability to go... to make pilgrimage, to pursue the Divine. The Divine is where you are now. Swirling all around you. It is seeking you. Those things which act as barriers will all shift and move on when you stop giving them strength. You are standing firm within the Divine swirl. Let those other things pass. Let the Divine move within you. You don’t have to fight. Just sway. Be filled. 

You find yourself in the midst of a troublesome situation, you fear it, you don’t want it to repeat again and again. You are weary. But what is greater? That situation or the Divine? We give false power to powerless things and people. Trust the grace. Listen. Respond.

The Kiss of Spirit

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I cant teach you anything. I cant give you anything. What we are dealing with here is a mystical gnosis. A spark must already exist within you which reacts with my own and gets passed between us. That spark is given by Divine grace. Once you have it, all practices - from meditation to lovemaking - become acts of remembrance... acts of evocation. We seek the ecstasy of that remembrance, that knowing which is so personal and precious words fail at every attempt to encapsulate it. 

How do you receive Divine grace? It starts with the asking, the seeking. Then comes the longing, the crying, the pain of not having. When you are hollowed out from that longing, grace descends. And then you will have something to remember, something to chant, dance or meditate about. Seek to experience this grace within your own life. Then we can remember together in ecstasy.

"How do I seek," you ask. "How do I attain mystical experience?" How do you hunger? You simply hunger. When you hunger with your whole being for Truth, Love, God/dess then you will be fed. If you have to ask how to seek you are not yet hungering deeply enough. You are still thinking -you- have other options to pursue. Still dependent on society, family, or your own egoic desires. When you have suffered long enough you will find yourself letting go. Surrender to the truth and let go of your false notions to let the vision, the sound, the experience of the Divine in. Simply open your eyes... simply listen.



On Setting Fires Willingly

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If you are not ready for hard truth... turn away from tantra. Turn away from all spiritual pursuit. There is a widely help misconception that spiritual attainment is purely a thing of tranquility, zen gardens, lotus flowers and gentle yogic postures. Absurd.

True spiritual progress means facing all your falseness, all the muck and ugliness that you have allowed to fester in your life... the stuff which keeps you separated from your bliss. It is easier for some to simply dwell in falsehood. To follow the "shoulds' of society, family, friends or what have you. But that leads you away from yourself, away from your core nature. And the degree to which you have allowed yourself to be lead by external motivating factors and what others say you "should do" will determine how deep the knife of liberation must cut. Kali, Dhumavati, Oya, Erzulie Dantor, Santa Marta Dominadora and other Goddesses of death and destruction can be helpful allies in such strivings. These are not the lighthearted, gold ornamented Goddess forms we typically gravitate to willingly. We tend to fear death, change and poverty. But looking at the "why" of those conditions brings great insight... "why am I in poverty?" "why do I fear the experience of death and what it represents?" and "why wont I change what needs to be changed in my life?" 

All of this can be intriguing study material, but it is another matter entirely when lived in reality. When I was told in dream "It is time to burn your ego in the flames of fire," I was simultaneously blessed and damned. I was living in a state of dis-ease, un-bliss,  falsehood. I was damned to suffer the pain brought on by the cure. Conversely, I was blessed to know I am not walking through fire alone as there are guides walking with me. But no one else can bear your cross for you, the insights are yours alone to gain. 


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The isolation of this process can be unbearable and at other times bring solace. The ego death experience, as it has come to be known, means cutting off any aspect of your life that feeds your ego negatively. For example: friends who encourage you to continue acting in ways that betray your truth; family members who constantly hold you up to their misaligned standards and expectations. Jobs, careers and hobbies which deplete your energy and focus, distracting you from manifesting your highest purpose. These are the things of nightmares; the demons and nooses which antagonize and terrify the seeker. Being afraid is the first step. Fear gives one impetus to flee in the opposite direction. The seeker should be deathly afraid of abiding with these conditions an instant longer. More afraid of dwelling in falsehood than you are of the blade or fire or liberating storm which the Divine inflicts to free you from it. That is the key. Fear the condition, do not fear the cure. Then, gladly set your nooses and your demons ablaze to rise above the ashes of your pain.

On Embodying the Divine Heroine/Hero

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The battles we wage in our own lives against fear and any obstacles to our bliss are reminiscent of the greatest wars waged against demons and dark forces in the annals of our collective religious mythologies. Durga, Erzulie Dantor, Inanna, Oya... Goddess has always been portrayed on the front lines, bearing weapons and fury. 

When we begin to tire of being pulled back and forth between our desires and the spectres of opposition which haunt us, we naturally turn to the stories wise men and women told of Divine triumph. The Vira (heroine/hero) looks to those "myths" to draw strength in facing one's own demons... worshiping and serving the Divine Heroine/Hero then ultimately becoming one with Her/Him. Depending on your disposition and receptivity, the Divine Heroine/Hero appears personally in dream or while waking, to inspire perseverance... to shine light in the direction of freedom and self realization. 


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Totemic forms may also come, enacting their roles, giving form to archetypal meaning... helping us to comprehend the forces and lessons at work in our lives. We don't have to attend to them. We can go on living with those spectres... those obstructions, until death comes and forces us free. But then it will be too late... rebirth takes too much time and purgatory is not the stage for our personal progress. Be here... now... if you are a vira. Fight and love and create with urgency, realization depends on it.

Action:
Shamanic/tribal ritual can be personalized to enact and make real the truths of archetypal visions. When one dreams of slaying a beast one acknowledges it then dons the beast's mask, stomping, bearing teeth, embodying to come to understand the truth it represents. Then one becomes the Hero after assimilating the relevant meaning for personal growth and slays the beast. Ritual, dance, song, art, literature.... express your vision and move closer to self realization. 



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