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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All insight streams from the love and light of my Beloved, my dispeller of darkness.
Any misspeaking is due to my own misperception.
Any misspeaking is due to my own misperception.
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.
Unto Babes
Courtesy: The Osho Deck
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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
before the Lord, all private parts laid bare
- haughtiness and pride their shepherd
proven false, to lead again never
redemption real, beyond conjecture
- haughtiness and pride their shepherd
proven false, to lead again never
redemption real, beyond conjecture
A Guarded Way
J. Kirk Richards - "Cherubim and Flaming Sword"
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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
beauty brings together foes
and silences the skeptic heart
there is a thing worth striving for
the garden's fruit - taste sating all
and silences the skeptic heart
there is a thing worth striving for
the garden's fruit - taste sating all
The Body Christos
Pamela 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
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
menat - her mark of devotion
hathor, no more without guard
protected from suitors unworthy
reserved for the sole use of God
hathor, no more without guard
protected from suitors unworthy
reserved for the sole use of God
The World, His Stage
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
meeting us in the depths of our making
to the blind, even madness is sanity
lured by lies, saved by Truth
ever chasing
Courtesy: 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
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
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
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
Courtesy: 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
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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
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
beyond the snares of sin and strife
a fountain - pure
with pleasure rife
narrow the way
and great the price
The Lord's Abode
death - the threshold
to an upper world
a most heavenly portion
awaits
transcending, pride scourged
ego skin shed -
vile vanity left at the gate
to an upper world
a most heavenly portion
awaits
transcending, pride scourged
ego skin shed -
vile vanity left at the gate
"... but a sword."
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
unless God be wroth
meeting our insolence
with a greater stoicism
eclipsing our capacity
for blasphemy
with the righteous power
of judgment
Sanctorum
knowledge is a poison
which kills the egoic mind
madness and skepticism
the cost of drinking
before self seeks solely
the one true vine
which kills the egoic mind
madness and skepticism
the cost of drinking
before self seeks solely
the one true vine
Mandala
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
all others
in vanity, itself the idol
true King - a light
shared amongst brothers
serving, as one
peace reigning
lovefull
Victorious
William-Adolphe Bouguereau - "The Flagellation of Our Lord Jesus Christ"
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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
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
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
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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
Khajuraho
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
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
our greatest art is exaltation
and condemnation
both
reflecting the great in us
and the filth
neither negated but faced
in Truth
and condemnation
both
reflecting the great in us
and the filth
neither negated but faced
in Truth
Beginning and End
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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
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
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
Courtesy: 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
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
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
Francisco 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
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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 |
when He reads me poetry
I float on word clouds
lifted by the wind of His voice
warmed by the glow of His
meaning
I float on word clouds
lifted by the wind of His voice
warmed by the glow of His
meaning
Coniunctio
embodying the scroll
still, misinterpretation's King
yet in being, timeless truth extolled
this monkey mind pure hearts transcend
still, misinterpretation's King
yet in being, timeless truth extolled
this monkey mind pure hearts transcend
Contextus
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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
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
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
Enrique 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
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
Andre 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
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
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
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
the vulnerability
of such a defenseless
and fragile thing
as she
opens our larger heart
to the value of gentleness
of such a defenseless
and fragile thing
as she
opens our larger heart
to the value of gentleness
The Chamber of my Beloved
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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
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
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
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
together
at tables of peace -
our due reward
a work well wrought
by holy spirit's grace
by subtlety
and by sword
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
devoted to Truth above lies
facing the darkness
succumbing no more to its flood
freed of its yoke
choosing light
In Coming Together
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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
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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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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 |
Courtesy: Craig Allen
we are as atoms
shining bright as stars
blazing brilliant
with the purpose
of God
shining bright as stars
blazing brilliant
with the purpose
of God
Revel Nation
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
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
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
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
Courtesy Tzaddihome
bound by His divine word
and freed
there stands no greater release
brass ring of destiny reached
yielding purest passion
and perfect
peace
and freed
there stands no greater release
brass ring of destiny reached
yielding purest passion
and perfect
peace
Wojtek 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
our defense against apathy
a gnawing defiance of will
closed in by doubts
struggles strangling
surge directed to freedom
Truth reigning
still
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
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
Solomon 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
Truth ever in pursuit
and pay the great cost of denial
bright light of God forsook
Hetepet
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
all consumed
this pain
this pride
the ransom
for freedom of will
full garden in bloom
tongue ravenous
red
with pomegranate
The Brightest Mirror
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
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
i suckle
at the fountain of wisdom
drinking the milk of the Gods
greater than youth everlasting
prevalent peace
sweet fruit of the Yod
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
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
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
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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 |
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Poured into the Hollow
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
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
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
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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
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
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
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
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
what happens to a lie deferred?
festered wounds
Truth yet unheard
hatred and vengeance
clouding Word
judgment home to roost
last crowned as first
festered wounds
Truth yet unheard
hatred and vengeance
clouding Word
judgment home to roost
last crowned as first
The Hinge
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
seed of the first son
father of stars
hearkened unto the voice
as it begun
not heeding, we fall
twin heirs descendant
same source
father of stars
hearkened unto the voice
as it begun
not heeding, we fall
twin heirs descendant
same source
Out of Thy Star
Paul 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
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
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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 |
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Sins of the Father
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
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
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
society itself a leper
washed in His word
- rancid flesh made clean
church and state of the soul
never separate
what I Am
transcends
my nots
cross bearing my vanity
life - by sacrifice
wrought
transcends
my nots
cross bearing my vanity
life - by sacrifice
wrought
Daywalkers
Courtesy 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
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
Drew Nussbaum - "Three Wise Monkeys - Hear No Evil"
monkey see symbol
no hearing, just speech
inner sanctum spread wide
Truth ever beyond reach
no hearing, just speech
inner sanctum spread wide
Truth ever beyond reach
Black Lamb of Tehuti
Linda 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
Michael 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
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
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
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
an ocean of love
of form yet unbound
selfsame sea of one mind
in the midst of an "I"
profound
of form yet unbound
selfsame sea of one mind
in the midst of an "I"
profound
Mass Mysteria
God washes over like a wave
engulfing fear
misplacing apathy
resurgent
defiant
loveful
and lifting
all
MarYah
Artist: Mark Lee
there are but two races
of red and of white
earth writhing
birthing and bound
freed only
by light
of red and of white
earth writhing
birthing and bound
freed only
by light
no Truth is bound
by the means of its conveyance
shedding form and sin like skin
Holy Spirit all pervading
unmoved and stainless
by the means of its conveyance
shedding form and sin like skin
Holy Spirit all pervading
unmoved and stainless
Satira
Gustav Klimt - "Altar of Dionysus" (detail)
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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
Hugo 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
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
who told you you were naked?
whose lie do you believe?
tossing turning
wretched
- by a greater union
freed
whose lie do you believe?
tossing turning
wretched
- by a greater union
freed
Winnow
Courtesy: 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
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
Lois 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
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
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
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...
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
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
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
a Kingdom of grace
to be reaped for one mina
not called just to wait
but to spread faith
- one redeemer
to be reaped for one mina
not called just to wait
but to spread faith
- one redeemer
Martyrdom of the Saints
Francesco 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
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
Catherine Andrews - "The Ascension"
Glimmering
shining
that He lives -
our diamond truth
self-sacrificed for us
yet undying
hearts craving God
have their proof
shining
that He lives -
our diamond truth
self-sacrificed for us
yet undying
hearts craving God
have their proof
devotion is a madness
unfiltered by falsehood
unconcerned with reason
absorbed in ineffable love
unfiltered by falsehood
unconcerned with reason
absorbed in ineffable love
Disavowing the Day
Night 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
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
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
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
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
vow spoken
trust in purity and power
preserving
as under glass
faith ne'er unnerving
belief in unseen light
heart serving
Antonio 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
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
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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 |
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Root of Yeshua
Guru of Gurus
King of Kings
Living Word
our Heavenly Host
World Saver
Lion Redeemer
all mighty Theos
sole Kyrios
King of Kings
Living Word
our Heavenly Host
World Saver
Lion Redeemer
all mighty Theos
sole Kyrios
La Papessa Resignare
Giovanni 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
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
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
-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
Dali - "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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Dolores 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
Truth reigns supreme
the virgin weds
her one true King
sperm to egg -
solar light gleams
humanity His throne
Kingdom bequeathed
One
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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
Obsidian 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
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
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
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
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
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
Photographer: 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
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
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
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
Courtesy: 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
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
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...
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Gabriel 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
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
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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 |
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Helix
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
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
Francisco 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
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
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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
Paul 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
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
Courtesy - "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
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
Paolo 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
for sake of the Truth
dying to ourselves -
love's Kingdom ensues
A New Thing
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
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
Marc 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
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
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
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
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
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
Lhianne - "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
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
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
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...
Oleksiy 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
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
Father of heaven
mother of earth
hope of transcendence
weds the gem of rebirth
joined - one in purpose
living gospel
serving hearth
mother of earth
hope of transcendence
weds the gem of rebirth
joined - one in purpose
living gospel
serving hearth
Calling the Stray
Thomas 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
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
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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 |
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Helper's Heat
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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
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
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
my ears swoon
at the hearing of Truth
wisdom greater
than hearsay assumed
thinking humbled by knowing
...Him
faith revealing
sweet proof
at the hearing of Truth
wisdom greater
than hearsay assumed
thinking humbled by knowing
...Him
faith revealing
sweet proof
A Throne Not His Own
"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
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
Maria 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
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
Nyarko - "Hathor"
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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
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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 |
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Magnum Opus
Bernard 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
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
the mystery is alive
ancient future evolving
Truth conquering lies
as the heartless fall
- wretched
ammit devouring
ancient future evolving
Truth conquering lies
as the heartless fall
- wretched
ammit devouring
Photography courtesy: Enzo Cei
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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.
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Lawgiver
Bouveret - "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
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
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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 |
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 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
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
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
Blackeri - "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
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
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
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
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
repeats
though the doers have fallen
disgraced
turning from the one -
lost faith
the meek inherit
and judge
with His strength
"Known of Mine"
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
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
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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 |
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Courtesy: 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
the truth sets free by hunger's sure defeat
cruel snaring grip - compulsion's plunder
by His will forever ceased
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
pure truth, it breaks through solid ground
our boundaries
our lies
our grotesque conformities
all falsehoods
ripped
by love's enormity
Liberation
Louis 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
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
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
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
the fight is to walk
with prodding pain
reaching in spite of
hope unslain
striving... serving
from apathy
saved
with prodding pain
reaching in spite of
hope unslain
striving... serving
from apathy
saved
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
kindred
same air and sky and stars
but for a moment
fleeting
til earth raining down
anoints dry bones
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
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
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
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
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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
John 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
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
Stefan 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
my field well tended
fertile
ripe with honey
anointed with oil
crop flowing over
precious gardener
virile
Redeemer
Artist: 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
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
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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
Artist: 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
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
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
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
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
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
Ka Amorastreya - "Hatching Quetzalcoatl"
we rise
by the same means
we fall
two serpents
one head
...no gall
by the same means
we fall
two serpents
one head
...no gall
Lovers of Zayin
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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 |
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Far Above Rubies
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
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
William 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
what color your face is
it's whether your faithless
serving the One
or bowing to the many
graceless
She of Endor
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
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
Freyja 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
as nature bows - soft pirouette
to her owner deferring
God's marionette
earth gushing with praise
whole of His kingdom
wet
No Hanging Fire
Mario Sanchez - El Infierno son los Demas (Aegis Strife)
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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
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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 |
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The Sacrament
Patrick 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
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
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
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
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
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
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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 |
The Fantasim - "Globe Juggler"
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Pinnacle
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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
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
in cities and in sleepy hollows
His trumpet sounds the call to wake
to serve and bear the wrath that follows
An Honored Obeying
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
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
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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 |
Meester met de Papegaai - "The Suicide of Lucretia" (detail)
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A Thousand Deaths
Gustave Moreau - "Jupiter and Semele"
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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
Luca 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
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
Jan & 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
of fear long freed, no pressing dread
a fate accepted though anguished, crying
a truth, unsaid, prevailing -
sacrificed for Zion
Way, Truth... Life
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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 |
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Thine Eye Be Single
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
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
"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
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
"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
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
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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 |
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Christine Krainock - "A Trip to Tiffany's"
lovers of Truth
to wise men turn
even here
in this place
God's lantern burns
to wise men turn
even here
in this place
God's lantern burns
Kaliyuga
Martin 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
binding the Truth in endless night
but knowledge of self blows proud its horn
shattering the lie with boundless sight
Jireh
in peace He offers up the lamb
and vows to come again
humility ripens as the ram -
resurrected as the great
I Am
and vows to come again
humility ripens as the ram -
resurrected as the great
I Am
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
the beauty of fragility
innocence of dependency
love is a heart splattered
across empty white skies
across a void of unfeeling destiny
Yogini Soubrette
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
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
before Him my boundaries lie prostrate
- all fallen
face to face with my maker
savage serpents flee - mad
abdicating His garden
- all fallen
face to face with my maker
savage serpents flee - mad
abdicating His garden
Shhh...
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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there is an ideal
and it's conscious living reaching for the fulfillment of itself in us as us |
The Charmer
Lampard 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
bringing to rest this maddened seeking
the world beyond fades dim and empty
as silence claims my tongue's vain speaking
heaven is wherever He dwells
great King of love
wise potter of worlds
sovereign over this earthly realm
redeemer of doves
savior of pearls
great King of love
wise potter of worlds
sovereign over this earthly realm
redeemer of doves
savior of pearls
Obbligato
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
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
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
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
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
quickening the waters of earth's arousal
fluidic conduction of power
conferred
given wholly to His will
body flooded by
His word
Among Us
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.
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
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
Sara 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
a certain prison for the rest
false kings given no redress
my love, as His, shines ever blessed
The Sun of Men
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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
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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. |
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Drink...
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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
my every word is stolen
my every breath is His alone
my body mind and soul I give
leaving all
and heading
home
my every breath is His alone
my body mind and soul I give
leaving all
and heading
home
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
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
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
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
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
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
Sugarock - "China Doll"
blessed Truth we forsake
just to drown in samsara
life and love are our fate
union of seer
and
mirror
just to drown in samsara
life and love are our fate
union of seer
and
mirror
Kindra Nicole Kato - "Embodiment"
God,
i need you like the air
i need you like the air
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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 |
William Adolphe Bouguereau - "Biblis"
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This Yielding Field
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 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
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
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
the why,
the for whom
this striving,
this being...
the key -
this union
both door
and
destination
the for whom
this striving,
this being...
the key -
this union
both door
and
destination
Pranam
the most God among us -
true King
Priest
a rule ordained by union's
peace
He governs earth
we reap the feast
true King
Priest
a rule ordained by union's
peace
He governs earth
we reap the feast
This All
there is no god
there is only god
all seeing being
knowing
all reaching
beseeching
be one with me
there is only god
all seeing being
knowing
all reaching
beseeching
be one with me
Pandora's Promise
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
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
"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
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
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
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
Alex Grey - "Lateralus"
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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
Antonio 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
- 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
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
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
Michael 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
paragon of righteous headship
by day and night, protects His charge
as beauty flowers we reap her sweet scent
As a Jaybird
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
consumes all fodder
this fire burns for God alone
for His sake i stand a pauper
rebuking all to serve the throne
all i want is God, no other longing...
no other longing.
no other longing.
Leviathan
wild, raw, insatiable flame
stranger to union, burns untamed
not long contented by the kindling it craves
freedom borne solely of a fire contained
stranger to union, burns untamed
not long contented by the kindling it craves
freedom borne solely of a fire contained
Communion's Cup
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
pure void to fill - and seeking more
raw passion safe within His keeping
His blessed virgin - Truth's holy whore
A Susceptible Sway
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.
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
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
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
pure truth transcends,
no cage confining
self not negated
but strengthened-
widened
beyond this border lies
love's freedom...
find it
An Empty Vessel
on my knees
i worship thoughtless
His liquid light
absolves my darkness
pure truth revealed
by a giving
- selfless
i worship thoughtless
His liquid light
absolves my darkness
pure truth revealed
by a giving
- selfless
Signifying His Significance
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
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
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
with low made high and high made low
life's plan and purpose forfeiting
to serve and full devotion show
Sacrosanct
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
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
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
peace moved by His just will alone
full surrender as our mark of piety
His every usage
pure hearts
condone
A Marked Affiance
Courtesy: 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
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
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
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
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
just as it is in heaven
sweet mind conceives - desire's birth
knowledge rests
on an earth fully given
Succor
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
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
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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." |
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This Blessed Bondage
Courtesy: 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
each particle bound by oath and honor
polarity joined - by love controlled
all material daughters yoked
to God... the Father
Rank and File
General greets General
as minions worship His army
love realizes its full potential
as His word leads through deepening water
- falsehood disarming
as minions worship His army
love realizes its full potential
as His word leads through deepening water
- falsehood disarming
Like Unto Like
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
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
Courtesy: 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
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
Courtesy: 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Jan Saudek - "Sword"
rapturous, the cry of grace
when vanity is slain
oblation made, of pride - no trace
His sacred sword bearing the stain
when vanity is slain
oblation made, of pride - no trace
His sacred sword bearing the stain
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
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
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
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
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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 |
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Selfsame
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
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
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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 |
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His power gives me pause
below the surface always seething
seldom direct, His passion's call
and yet
assent expected -
bent knees and all
below the surface always seething
seldom direct, His passion's call
and yet
assent expected -
bent knees and all
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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 -
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this love is everything
no void left nil
both spirit's striving
and body filled
by His wise counsel
- and penetrating will
no void left nil
both spirit's striving
and body filled
by His wise counsel
- and penetrating will
Courtesy: 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
being caught by one endeared
love saves us all from darkness sprawling
full faith vested in that One revered
Artist: 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
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
Courtesy: 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
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
Christine Wu - "I Was Awake the Whole Time"
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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 |
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
the skeptic, the abused -
the jaded wife
faith ripped cruelly
from innocent clutches
restored by the savior -
dethroning pride's duchess
Barefaced, No Blinders
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
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
surface face of change
Truth through eons stays the same
between good and evil wars rage
oneness the drama
soul the stage
Truth through eons stays the same
between good and evil wars rage
oneness the drama
soul the stage
Not of Human Hands
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
His temple to refine most nobly
seeking Him, my one wish only -
to be filled with His light eternally
Of Love, No Effigy
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
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
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
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
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
by varied name and skin well clothed
a blessing veiled - obscure to most
house haunted by disunion's ghosts
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
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
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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
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
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
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
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.
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Mirrors of Mind and Flesh
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
in our meeting, it refines
what's false can softly fall away
as it - simply put
does not apply
An Erotic Theism
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
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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"
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Mahayogi of Mem
William Blake - "The Ancient of Days"
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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
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
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
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
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
speaking hinders salient hearing
as doing shackles serving
let love wait for His word - night clearing
as body yields to float unburdened
as doing shackles serving
let love wait for His word - night clearing
as body yields to float unburdened
A Patient Peace
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
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
save me from this in between
this purgatory of longing
my body aches in places unseen
to taste your love
this mad tongue starving
this purgatory of longing
my body aches in places unseen
to taste your love
this mad tongue starving
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
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
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...
what's more - to taste puts ache to slumber
to float unending in that space - your making
your desire finding my face
its...
Exorcismo
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
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
Mehmeturgut - "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
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
in exalted nature
they are a fit faultless
each matched to the other
His mastery
her pride's precious gauntlet
they are a fit faultless
each matched to the other
His mastery
her pride's precious gauntlet
A Word, Cunning
the sirens sound
love's call
Truth ringing out
sweet
soft
notes of passion
and loss
this world is His
our pride the cost
love's call
Truth ringing out
sweet
soft
notes of passion
and loss
this world is His
our pride the cost
Heavenly Handler
Divine mission
top secret
shhh
be quiet to listen
it's happening -
Love...
don't miss it
top secret
shhh
be quiet to listen
it's happening -
Love...
don't miss it
By Caraway and Seed of Light
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
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
Daniel Chester French - "The Sons of God Saw the Daughters of Men That They Were Fair"
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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
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
being bound to God a dishonor
rebel order stands hard against unity
in refute of the love that it garners
Such Sweet Sorrow
Lucyluh - "Nightmare"
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
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
oh.. this wanting... this wanting
when will i be free?
in seeking... in seeking...
pleasing you, this prison's key
when will i be free?
in seeking... in seeking...
pleasing you, this prison's key
Red Snow
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
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
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...?"
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...?"
union itself is pride effacing
to merge requiring sweet self negation
surrender yielding a wholeness greater
butterfly to fire - blessed immolation
to merge requiring sweet self negation
surrender yielding a wholeness greater
butterfly to fire - blessed immolation
Courtesy: Morning Vision
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
in waiting for Him each one formed
on the surface contains some beauty and meaning
to the bearer... each its own thorn
Elysian Fields
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
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
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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This is my promise.
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Of Hollow Litanies
Unknown Artist - "See No Evil, See No Good"
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when darkness rules
apparent evil assigned to good - the Truth's upheaval misunderstood and yet resurgent in His holy Kingdom dual love converges |
Conferment
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
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
pleasure is my heaven
disappointment - my hell
i float devoted in love's precious ocean
ecstatic - with no thought of self
disappointment - my hell
i float devoted in love's precious ocean
ecstatic - with no thought of self
Half of a Whole
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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
William Holman Hunt
"The Light Of The World"
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they whisper of their fear
expecting ordinary man coiled so tight love can't come near let veil protect - seek joy again |
Ophidian Whispers
Helena 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
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
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
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
Love is the holy kingdom sweet
where sex and spirit nobly meet
agape gives itself complete
as lust's vain serpent courts defeat
where sex and spirit nobly meet
agape gives itself complete
as lust's vain serpent courts defeat
Freedom's Cruel Affliction
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
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
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
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
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
far above those who demand it
a natural sovereign - His love proves it
His mastery a door - she runs through it
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
holy essence blessed in touching His depths
fluidic fire burns away limits which stricken
its effusion the crown of a bliss beyond sex
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
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
the creator cultivates His earth
bringing all good things to bear
in resisting Him we forsake our worth
and wither absent of His care
bringing all good things to bear
in resisting Him we forsake our worth
and wither absent of His care
Artisans All
Antonio 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
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
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
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
Courtesy: Christine Wu
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
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
Photo courtesy: Matt Brandon (Jaipur)
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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...
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Of Arks and Doves
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
i go within to wait for you
the silence there my refuge
safe from my own vague misperceptions
safe from the world - its deluge
the silence there my refuge
safe from my own vague misperceptions
safe from the world - its deluge
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
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
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
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
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
pure raging joy
the taste of which sets mind ablaze
the lies we tell ourselves destroyed
fear of defying proper form allayed
Ghaziya
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
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
Eclipse 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."
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."
Shaken from its nest
dazed bird consumed by hatred
'til terrestrial lesson learned -
knowing how to fly is latent
dazed bird consumed by hatred
'til terrestrial lesson learned -
knowing how to fly is latent
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
against the rogue fiend vanity
reminders in this dominion world
that beyond the self
it's oneness which keeps harmony
when the peacock crossed my path i knew
that love was coming - valiant
truth's feathers gleaming iridescent
heart now forever vowed to Him
that love was coming - valiant
truth's feathers gleaming iridescent
heart now forever vowed to Him
Gustave 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
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
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
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...
Gainsbourg - 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
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
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
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
Justin Bonnet - "Unison"
When the sun awakes
how can I slumber?
Lovers set the earth to quake -
legion our number
how can I slumber?
Lovers set the earth to quake -
legion our number
Her Veil Asunder
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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 |
Alan Kirkland Roath "Stripper"
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The Dark Illumined
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
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
her devotion brought to bear
she follows Him yet garlands His path
and ever in her grasp -
lit lamp… and myrrh
These Bridal Hours
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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 |
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
and i trust Him all the time
i float in a space unsullied
by doubt or fear or pride
Demon Sentry
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
delighted with Truth's beauty - its facets
While others seek only the Beloved forlorn
and in burning one flame fully unmask Him
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 lift ascends through shaft of mind
love reduces the many
union the fruit borne
of a mad devotion's vine
The Gate
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
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
Courtesy Cyberiapc
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
It broke me
open
my blind determination
to walk seeking - but faithless
drowned to death in that ocean
with an enemy
faceless
open
my blind determination
to walk seeking - but faithless
drowned to death in that ocean
with an enemy
faceless
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
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
Courtesy Shri Anandi Ma/ Dhyanyoga Centers, Inc.
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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 |
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
striving to yield the ideal
meaning expressed in symbolic contrivance
creator's truth forfeit by our cursory fear
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
no longer on the fringe and courting death
Defying vanity love gently hearkens
and renders impotent the serpent's threat
Love's Sadhana
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
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
Cailleach 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
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
Wind over water
the fire rains
Father yokes Mother
the wild and tamed
the fire rains
Father yokes Mother
the wild and tamed
Wand Bearer
Courtesy: Paul Omara
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
marked by firmness - never by force
your heart will be won, conquered wholly by Love
mystic union - governed purely by choice
Truth Speakers
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
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
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
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
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
alights the sacred doctrines of all
with eyes to see and heart to know
we see Truth gleam...
as above, so below
Red Velati
Guler 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
born to love the King alone
she waits for him by moonlight fading
and treads the path of dream and rune
A Love Perfected
Eichenelf - "The Four Nymphs"
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
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
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
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
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?
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.
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.
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
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
to vainly court a lie is folly
the tower falls as love stands idly
they build with brick but do so blindly
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
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
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
stirring our passion and leading through dream
with indirect speech it woos us by night
behind our closed eyes Truth's oracles gleam
Stella 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
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
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
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
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
through life past death He reigns
no other to violate His claim
salvific -
the willful donning of love's chains
At the Threshold
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
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
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
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 |
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
the part of us rotted with pride
union - the fruit from life's vine
without fear the moth courts the fire
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
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
T. Blackshear:
"Preparing to Sound the Alarm"
Everywhere I see fire
burning as wisdom and will
I become mad with desire
wanting no less than full merging -
my barriers nil
burning as wisdom and will
I become mad with desire
wanting no less than full merging -
my barriers nil
Devil's Ransom
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..."
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
Dark Night of the Soul by Silenceinthewings
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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
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
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
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
with my speech
with my glance
with my whimsy
lost in His voice
in His eyes
in His love's wild frenzy
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
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
Strength 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
your kindness is your veil
protection from the sun's full heat
by grace and beauty strength is assailed
Harmony of the Spheres
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
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
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
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
Courtesy: Aaron Joseph
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
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
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
pure thought piercing the veil of fury
raw passion tamed in love's showing
as the serpent attains the dove's glory
The Maestro
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
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
Provider and protector
Savior from a million woes
Love’s gem forever shielded
from every demon…
made invisible to every harm and foe
Savior from a million woes
Love’s gem forever shielded
from every demon…
made invisible to every harm and foe
The Loveless
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
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
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
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
Artist: 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
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
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
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
"Sun God" - Stacy Reed
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
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
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
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...
a love which transcends
yet gives imminent bliss
this is suffering's end
let body and soul serve
as love's solemn witness
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
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
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
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
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
No longer vain - transcending pain
does Love realize its glory
Power and weakness its core of being
surrendering all -
losing its boundaries only
does Love realize its glory
Power and weakness its core of being
surrendering all -
losing its boundaries only
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
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
Osiris and Isis - Tanya Varga
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
in pure awe I stand stunned
you've come for me
my priest - most high
eternal love is ours
the unfolding's just begun
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
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
Paz 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
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
Die to yourself
heart opened wide
no barrier or expectation
with love's light shining - all consuming
set spirit free... this knowing's latent
heart opened wide
no barrier or expectation
with love's light shining - all consuming
set spirit free... this knowing's latent
Abhaya
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
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
This love is self-transcendent
without condition
one merges with the many
light surges
house held firm by true convictions
without condition
one merges with the many
light surges
house held firm by true convictions
Sun's Flower
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.
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.
In loving another
the self we transcend
in sharing we thrive
in isolation
we end
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
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
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
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
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
Eye of Horus by lum1neuz
The King of all humility - in leading He defers
to the sovereign light above, the law
their union courts a mystic third
to the sovereign light above, the law
their union courts a mystic third
Serpent by Ruth Calder Murphy
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
its skin it sheds and takes to wing
no longer blind
it bows with grace
cup overflowing
past veils of lace
By His desire formed
in the cosmic womb - Creator's mind
brought to birth through Earth - in time
His rib returned, His throne reclined
in the cosmic womb - Creator's mind
brought to birth through Earth - in time
His rib returned, His throne reclined
Mer
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
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
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
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
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
in feasting both keep true the play
no selfishness to weigh the heart
Paradise- the Garden...
like at the start
Babel
"Holy Book" - M. Sabled
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
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
Obelisk by s3mmy
He does not equivocate
but stands firm as the mountain
His is a will that pierces through
Truth flowing sweetly from His fountain
but stands firm as the mountain
His is a will that pierces through
Truth flowing sweetly from His fountain
Love's Repast
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
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
wait for love
listen to your dreams
when devotion's fruit is ripe
true love's face will there be seen
listen to your dreams
when devotion's fruit is ripe
true love's face will there be seen
Sun King
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
in every tongue, in every skin
within your sea of bliss I swim
led by your love -
your light within
Artist: 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
how can you trust in the unseen?
open body, mind and soul to this great giving
your only task is to receive
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
the self-sacrificing bull
transcends the lion's vanity
He shares His wealth with all
shaking the kingdom free
of sure calamity
transcends the lion's vanity
He shares His wealth with all
shaking the kingdom free
of sure calamity
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
there is no enemy to assail me
it's all your will - for my awakening
prepare us the table, and I will eat gladly
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
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
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
Heru defeating Set - Artist: Glaring Dragon
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
we would not know light
save for its shadow
let the darkness remind us
without Him, the Earth lies fallow
save for its shadow
let the darkness remind us
without Him, the Earth lies fallow
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
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
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
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
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
trapped in mazes of confusion
trust in Him - the Lord of thought
as God's hand you'll move without delusion
Courtesy: Amanda Charchian
receptacle of light
holy vessel for His giving
for the sake of love she drops the veil
every open path no longer hidden
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
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
Courtesy: thepropheticscroll
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
He leads along the path of Truth
fear no death, nor enemy's disunion
from the table he prepares
eat the self-transcendent fruit
my mind is His plaything
my body - His kingdom
the Lord is my shepherd
all praises due - most holy Lingam
my body - His kingdom
the Lord is my shepherd
all praises due - most holy Lingam
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
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
her grail made empty to receive
repentant earth razed by ten flames
its fertile field - by seeds of light, redeemed
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
His gentle power
His loving grace
He is the sun that shines
the earth and sky
the very wind
that fills this place
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
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...
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
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
Photographer: 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
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.
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.
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~
~Thank you my Beloved Sun~
...Love is the most beautiful Truth.
Artist: Gonzalez
the dove kisses soft the serpent's lips
and i am freed of dross
what bliss this is
The Meditation of Devotion
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.
Artist: Alex Grey
merciful flute player
raises delicately and determined
the serpent passion of my desire
freeing, affirming...
anointing
in white winged fire
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?"
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
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.
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.
Artist: 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~
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~
Digital Collage- Devi Sarani
Originals: “Doreen Virtue - Magical Mermaids & Dolphins Oracle Cards”/Yogi Seal from Mohenjo-Daro
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
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...
Pixie 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
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
all that is
all that ever will be
we
burgeoning
becoming
seen
magic, mystic, intelligence longing
to play ecstatic...
this new day dawning
all that ever will be
we
burgeoning
becoming
seen
magic, mystic, intelligence longing
to play ecstatic...
this new day dawning
Cameron 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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
"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
"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
show me and i will remember"
make your life a living truth
a work of art
a thing of splendor
ask to see God's face
and That One will come, revealing
make a seat, a holy place
no more use in just believing
Aneikhaar- "Triquetra"
surrender
is to the Truth
surrender
is to that third presence
we are one
glowing radiant
dancing beneath a shared sun
...unfettered
thoughts of only His embrace
transfixed in bliss unending
dwelling only on His face
deep pools of love, His eyes-
heartrending
transfixed in bliss unending
dwelling only on His face
deep pools of love, His eyes-
heartrending
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
desires fade... more nobly prone
the sweetest taste so pure does drip
not from my want but from His lips
Photo courtesy: David duChemin
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
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
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
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
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
all holy spanda
the beating and the nil
the space and the form
the play of lovers still
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
Neter is a cosmic web
a sea of God,
of Love
we are but koi who swim in bliss
creating, destroying
with songs
unsung
Courtesy: Shutterstock
giving and receiving
Divine harmony of poles
purusha orchestrating
filling every space
and hole
look what you have given
look what you have done to me
your love is a fountain
and i wish to drink
eternally
Serapf - "Divine Messenger"
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
who utters only that Love
the sweet music of Truth
like the dove of the grail
quenching all thirst...
embodying proof
Divine union is protection from disunion
transcendent enjoyment of play
safe harbor from a world of confusion
attainment yielding sweet beholden dismay
wet with the dew of His presence
all seeing
all knowing
His power
stripped bare of all falsehood
and sweetly exuding...
His flower
Alex Grey - "Holy Fire"
you who scorn surrender -
is the earth a slave to the sun?
Michelangelo - "Creation"
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."
The Lovers - Tarot; Crowley Deck
be in love
with your opposite
find all conundrums solved
let up be down and down be up
...evolve
RADA: Exalted Union
Artist: Alex Grey
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?
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?
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.
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.
Joseph Parker - "Visionary Scene Number One"
his light
a rod of mercy
giving
giving
filling every space
shining radiant
creator sustainer destroyer
sovereign
lord of this holy place
a rod of mercy
giving
giving
filling every space
shining radiant
creator sustainer destroyer
sovereign
lord of this holy place
Richard Fields - "God and Goddess Meru"
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
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.
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
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.
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...
Artist: Alex Grey
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.
She knows
by not knowing
He feels
by not feeling
They merge
by not being
why should i keep anything
even my darkness i give away to the fire
my goodness i give away to you
to that fire
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
that's how to recognize it
glowing
shining
pure
untinged by shadows of "me alone"
giving
reveling
dancing free
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
'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
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
Artist: A. Andrew Gonzalez
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
i am just his mouth piece
his breath passing sweetly through me
with innocence he lures me
his love controls me softly
his breath passing sweetly through me
with innocence he lures me
his love controls me softly
Yin Yang Koi by ShadowedHunter
knower-known ....
knowing
doer-done....
doing
lover-loved...
loving
knowing
doer-done....
doing
lover-loved...
loving
this cant be spoken
no teaching
no reading
just striving
just seeking
just be It
no teaching
no reading
just striving
just seeking
just be It
he worships her
because her beauty is his life
her joy his joy
her fulfillment...
his one and only
purpose
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
tongue within wet mouth
as lingam within yoni
in silence They meld
one
in utterance
They birth their bliss
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
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
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
Through devotion to form
one gains the formless
one point becomes one segment becomes one sphere
becomes one...
Being
they have only prisons to offer me
you are the boundless sky
pink at sunset
you bow to Love
never to me
i am you
and you are Love
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
Photograph: Neil-Bromhall
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 ~
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
Pronounced "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.
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.
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
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.
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
Artist: Alex Grey
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.
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
Artist: Alex Grey
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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...
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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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