Photo by J. Planet
Isis
I entered the dark night of my soul
Eight months ago. I turned 52
Hecate embraces my being
A little tighter every day
I pray for the energy to express
The wisdom of my age
And my myriad of experiences
Sr. Coelho claims that the tradition of the sun
Cannot be learned without this dark night
Faith begins in this dark night
We all go forth into the future
From a perspective of ignorance
Faith in a joyous future
Means setting aside my fears
The tradition of the sun
Cannot be followed with ease
Even Coelho admits that
I must be both teacher and student
Sacred Union of Wisdom
Lessons learned long ago
Gurus are for groupies
I searched for the whisper
Amidst the wailing multitudes
Finally had to stop listening without
So I could focus within
Mea culpa
Mea culpa
Mea maxima culpa
Silence is addictive
I create my own demons
Reflections of anger unforgiven
Self destruction their natural result
Winds of winter which haunt my soul
Must weed through their screams to find the whisper
Opening my heart, a good first step
Miracles take time
Not to mention effort
Transforming knowledge into wisdom requires patience
Only the Divine resurrect in three days
I stand before you naked
One among many, equal in the eyes of God
Collector of souls in the Being of Love
Begotten, then passed from arms to arms
Within the womb of the Goddess
Gestation period of indeterminate length
This sensation we call “life”
Blinded by the lights I choose to follow
Deaf from explosions rocking my soul
Each passing moment merely “now” reborn
Darkness surrounds me
Learning from my mistakes
Seeds of wisdom
Inhale Memes of Creation
Exhale deities of destruction
Inhale the Unity of Being
Exhale the hierarchy of discontent
I Am As I Am
But tomorrow I Will Be



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