- Sandro Botticelli (Alessandro di Mariano di Vanni Filipepi) (1445 � 1510)
I slept but my heart was awake.
Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my robe—
must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
I arose to open for my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
I opened for my beloved,
but my beloved had left; he was gone.
My heart sank at his departure. [a]
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my beloved,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.
Song of Solomon 5: 1-8
Feet steeping around
In light purple tennis shoes
Morning crisper than it was
Cyprus tree tall as a tower
Dark green tall I upward gaze
Looking straight up
Noticing the ivy that embraces the climb
Wild element of the neighborhood
Sadly, gardeners often slash off all the blossoms
most times, yet not here
Half a block overtaken by tall Cyprus
And wild dark shiny green ivy
Light greets angled points and blossoms
Look up and stand still
Sound of harmonic honey bees
The humming bees
As I gaze silently and listen
A dark crow lands on the tip-top
Upon towering Cyprus tree
Gloria told me once
“When the bird rests on the
Tip-top of the Guest house
At the Rosy Fellowship
It will be a good day.”
Today I knocked
An old gentleman
Opened his door
I thanked him for his
How he lets it blossom.
He told me he planned
To cut it down
Yet the branches were too thick
He will not be
Cutting the ivy down.
How happy we were
I told him how the
Sound of the bees
Is a religious experience
He said “thank you:
“For your kind words!”
I know the bees, humming birds
And song birds as yellow as the sun
Love the blossoming ivy.
My chapel is mutable
Here the goddess be
Humming and shining
For all who take the time
To hear, feel and see.
The wild ivy is an ancient plant… let a part of your garden be wild…for her.
` Hudley 11/18-24-18
“By their fruits you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thorn bushes or figs from thistle?” ~ Mat. 7:16
Jerusalem, Plate 28 Proof Impression William Blake
While sitting in my computer room I heard a lady screaming. In a fire windy weaving voice yelling,
“Fuck you, fuck you , fuck you!!”
The car raced by my home. Oldest son heard it too. It was not directed at us but we did catch it in passing.
Last night while watching reruns of Ancient Aliens I came upon one old image I’ve studied and another that I did not know about. The flower of Life and Leonardo da Vinci’s long-lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’
The flower of Life means many things but the one meaning I love best is that it represents the universe.
The Christ portrait is fascinating. I am amazed by a sphere he is holding. An interfaith symbol that other religious masters hold as well.
Two mystical round bubbles or circles of insight came together in my mind. Because Leonardo da Vinci shows the Flower of Life in his works, I found this an interesting point of reflection and study.
So I did my own improvisation and put the flower of Life in the bubble sphere. It was fun to do.
I hope the lady who was screaming will have a better day then she seemed to be having.
Flower of Life Symbol
Leonardo da Vinci’s long lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’
Leonardo da Vinci’s long lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’
- Einleitung, oder Sonnenaufgang (Introduction, or Sunrise)
- Von den Hinterweltlern (Of Those in Backwaters)
- Von der großen Sehnsucht (Of the Great Longing)
- Von den Freuden und Leidenschaften (Of Joys and Passions)
- Das Grablied (The Song of the Grave)
- Von der Wissenschaft (Of Science and Learning)
- Der Genesende (The Convalescent)
- Das Tanzlied (The Dance Song)
- Nachtwandlerlied (Song of the Night Wanderer)
“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
One must have chaos within oneself, to give birth to a dancing star.
Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1885). Prologue 5
Sedna’s Signature Great Ocean Mother,
I call upon you to grace my shores.
I make myself as still as sand,
who knows the patience of millennia,
having been ground down to my essential parts.
I wait my turn at the edge of known things
that you might soak me with your rising swell.
I wish for nothing but to be dislodged by your power
perhaps even carried into your depths for the chance
at a glimpse of your underlife.
May I be taken into your possession,
even for a moment, to know the absence of my gravity
and participation in your rhythms and contractions.
May my body be for what it was intended:
an expression of your grace.
And what small ways I make with this poetry —
what songs and friendships I form — what migrations
and ripples I disturb in the world —
may they have something of your signature on them.
May the you that has touched me go on multiplying
in your phenomenal mathematics until we are all suffused
with awe at your vastness within us.
~Turner, Toko-pa. Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home (Kindle Locations 1498-1505). Her Own Room Press. Kindle Edition
“There is…a curious synchronicity between the time when the planet is discovered and the emergence in society of values and experiences which the planet represents symbolically. It’s as though the planet breaks upon consciousness in both a literal and symbolic way. I can’t really answer you as to why Uranus is called Uranus and Neptune, Neptune. I can only say that in some mysterious fashion they get the names right.”
From 1865 through till 1966 Sedna travelled through Aries. This hundred-year period saw the emancipation of women around the world, beginning with the forming of the suffragist movement and ending with the bra burning women’s libbers of the sixties. This seems an appropriate illustration of the collective influence that Sedna has. (Remember as a goddess in the myth, she cared for her people as a collective,)
In 1966 Sedna gradually made her way into Taurus, where she remains today. So, what can Sedna in Taurus hold for the collective influence of humanity? Taurus governs things that we value, to my thinking it is likely that our values will change and become increasingly orientated towards spiritual considerations during the next hundred years.
This was one of the first sites I returned to again and again in the early days of the net. I haven’t revisited it for years, but came across the link in one of my old blogs, and realised I’d been lucky to find these reference to the Ouroboros in the years before the net […]
via Spira Solaris and the Universal Ouroboros — Ars, Arte et Labore
At a corner in our living room ever year, at a certain time of the year, the hanging crystal outside our window highlights a rainbow bridge thorough my Chiron Stencil. As you can see I tried to capture this in the image above.
In mythology Chiron is known as the rainbow bridge between Saturn and Uranus. His silent lecture to me today is to notice him. As in the days of old and maybe still to this day. Churches were built aligned with the sun. And certain times of the year different images, symbols and icons were purposefully infused with light. This causes a silent lecture as well. Some happen naturally and some are designed that way. Both inspire a type of continuity of ritual. The mystery of symbols, nature and myth. This is my magical religiosity.