Tag: mystic
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Emerge
All will emerge they say… Who are they anyway?Those mystics, philosophers, musicians and artistswho wonder and dream and sit still on grass planes… All will emerge If I just sit as stilland watch the world flutter by If onlyIsathere. All will emerge If I let myself join in this fluttering symphonyand remain free within meLike…
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To Believe
You see this landthis place with weeds and dandelions, of earthworms, of beetles, of stones, moss and seeds?This is what we are meant to believe. Not something with our minds to grasp, to calculate in maths, or with moppy music to memorizebut something with our musclesthe memory of movements etched into our membranesour fingers and…
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Presence in Pain
Holy motherThe one who nurtures us in her wombBirther of the rocks, the pebbles, the pedals and all the people placed and knitted into this world. This world. A world full of complexities, of creatures and creativity. There is so much to live for in the beauty of these crevices. We can feel it in…
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Forget
We forget Too often how beloved we are. Like a mother chid connection. Like the womb we are born from. We are knit seamlessly by beloved energy, eroding our hatred, our fear and our dualities of destructive ideas of difference. Don’t forget The yarn, the needle, the wrinkly delicate hands born from another woman’s bosom…
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Bow down, sow here
(A response to Galatians 6: 1-17) Bend down lower, right down to your knees, feel the ground, the dirt, the worms, the matter of you and me. See how it holds magic and mystery as it grows and produces, see how the brown and the wet is the earth’s golden juices. You could almost drink…
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Hope in the Divine Feminine
(A response to Psalm 30) I remember a time not far from my mind when it was cold, damp and empty above me, below me, in front and behind. A time when I was surrounded by the suffocating smog when our greed, waste and suffering was human’s repeating monologue. It was just a moment ago…
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Can you feel her?
(A response to Proverbs 8:1-4, 22-31) Rising morning light whispers through the quilted covers,Illuminating bone and skin like a dreaming, endless summer. These first conscious breaths fill the soul with deep awakening, grown from deep wisdom, solemn ritual, the spirit’s constant enlightening. Maybe here under covers in the heat of the sun’s first glowis where…
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A New Beginning
I carry a torch in one hand, and a bucket of water in the other:with these things I am going to set fire to Heavenand put out the flames of HellSo that voyagers to Godcan rip the veilsAnd see the real goal. – Rabia This past week the story of Genesis 2 has been floating…
by Rev Alisha 