I will forge my own goddess in the fire of my need

Unmet by the father-god daddy-world
(call her Kali)
Hammer her curving, open form on the anvil of my power
(call her Hecate)
Carry her close in the medicine bag of my heart
(call her Inanna)
Worship her with love of self
(call her Diana)
Love of life
(call her Demeter)
Love of Earth
(call her Gaia)
She asks no burnt offerings, no fatted calves,
No “Thou shalt nots”
Indeed, she sings to me “Thou shall!”
Oh, truly is she flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
Bone, sinew
Never further from me than my heart, my skin
My belly and breasts,
I call upon my goddess, “Rise up within me!”
And, oh, she rises.

Karen Runkles Throener © (1996)

 

 

 

Go.

Go on treasure hunts and look

Wealth and power will be had.

Plumb the depths, turn the soul over and see.

Yet, be warned: there is danger

In the excavation of long-buried things…

Ghosts with wide eyes and quick breath

May shadow hesitant steps through the dim

Light available along the snaking passages.

Ceilings, prone to collapse, may cover

The path back to the surface

With the dirt and dust of ancient knowing.

But do go.

Go on treasure hunts.

Take the arduous journey

Into and through the remains

Carried within: dream songs

And signs lead to the source

The ‘x’ marks the spot, the ‘you are here dot

Of the treasure…

Early exhilaration will speed the dig along.

Focused moves marking nocturnal clues,

Noting interior hints and veins of truth.

Yet, often, muscles will retreat

From the weight of painful fragments,

Soul shards amidst the debris,

And so the spirit slackens.

Nonetheless, please go.

Go on treasure hunts.

Seek Her, the precious stone, weighty

And aglow. She craves the way above

And beyond this dark-hidden lode.

Mine her carefully. Cherish her light.

Temper the strain endured, the labor of her unveiling,

With the immeasurable bounty of her presence

In the life of a hunter of treasures.

  

Today I feel the beauty of a WOMAN, of every WOMAN

HER thoughts, loves and ideas give birth in extraordinary ways

HER smile the sun, bringing warmth light and the fineness of life

HER breath the cool summer breeze, washes delight over my skin

The moon cycles HER depth with a sense of all pounding hearts

Creation the womb of HER heart gives life all I see and love

SHE as creator, lover and the divine all knowing mother

I stand as a man in awe of your gifts

And bow before your light… You are truely beautiful

With my sword of honour and your love deep in my heart

I pave the way for your loves magnificent creations to find home

In harmony and peace I will fight for you and HER to return

It is SHE who I serve…

Today I Honour YOU as SHE, HER, MOTHER, CREATOR and as a WOMAN Living, Giving and Birthing the Love you were born for and will die joyfully giving until your final breath…

 

 

 

Pay heed to freedom, for it is the privilege
and prerogative of every human being and all other life forms.
Pay heed to love, for it is the essence of Creation,
of human beings and of life.
Pay heed to peace, for it is the assurance
of all positive development and unrestricted evolution.
Pay heed to harmony, for therein lies the
equilibrium of every thought, feeling, deed
and everything else. (Continue reading…)

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance,
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving.

Note: According to The Pleiadians, we are moving into a time where we are living the equivalent of 100,000 years per year! That’s 275 years a day! Soooo, as The Hopis say “When the world speeds up, slow down!”