Mourning. {poetry}
Last night I stepped outside of time Minutes became centuries Ten thousand years became right now And mourning the epiphany As clenching pain released...
Browsing Tag:
holy
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Eleven: Spirit, my Truth}
I can 'feel it with my spirit'. And the mind cannot stand this, it fights fiercely against this answer: I can feel it. Because the mind wants an absolute.
Hathor, Isis, the Holy Mother and Mary Magdalene: Who Tells Your Story for You?
There is a significant yet suspicious duality in the representation of two competing female archetypes of goddesses: Mary the Mother and Mary Magdalene. This kind of duality is not only artificial, but also undoubtedly a figment of the ascetic mind of old patriarchs afraid of anything fun and ...
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Four: Crimson Rose}
Crimson is the color associated with our true nature, just as blood is the source of our body’s essence, keeping it healthy, nurtured and strong.
Huntress of the Holy Sound. {poetry}
Come home to the river
lay your body down
give the bones
of the past and future
back to this holy ground.
Sit here by the water
listen to her song...
Mary Magdalene and the Undefinable Holy Grail.
As a devout Christian and Biblical scholar, Starbird set out to disprove the assumptions in 'The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail'.
The Holy Temple Gates. {poetry}
May you know the holy through the songs of climax and ecstasy
And my love, let us remember,
Not to lose ourselves in ceremony
Retrieving Eros: Isn’t Anything Sacred Anymore?
When I say the words god, faith, sacred, holy, I remember C.G. Jung's response to a journalist when asked if he "believed in God." Jung said, "I know God."
Hello, God? It’s Me Again.
I’m just keeping my options open, making sure that when judgment day comes, he/she/they/it (God) knows that I wasn’t sitting around calling her a dude or something.
Do the Strange, Sensitive Bird Thing.
We are the bird and the work is the song, and we must sing it while we can. And when this song comes not from a desire to please or to prove or to achieve, but from a profound and earnest longing in the sacred nucleus of us, it is holy work too.