Hello, this is Shakti. I am making a Goddess Prayer Book for one of my friends, altering an old We'Moon Agenda, and I found several wonderful poems...

This image is of one of the spreads in the Prayer Book, and I want to share a poem that goes like this :

SEARCHING FOR THE DIVINE

She was searching searching for the Divine, not Buddha

with that fig tree up his back or Christ with his bleeding hands

or Mohammed on the mountaintop;

something honest, whole as an apple.

Not distant wind in white pine nor sparkling boundary water,

not spire of Notre Dame piercing cloud nor frozen glacial peak;

something close necessary as breath.

Not April trillium or hovering angel-bird,

not beaded, bearded guru or stone goddess with swollen breast;

something sweet tender as newborn.

She was searching searching for the Divine.

Not goat-footed Pan or dizzy Sufi dancer

Not a medicine man with a sacred pipe

Not a saffron-robed Tibetan monk

Not a t.v. preacher with a big mouth

Not a banker with a closed book.

She was searching searching for the Divine.

She burned Pakistani incense, peered into crystals,

lit white candles, but god could not be kept on her little altar

could not be kept in a good book, in a Holy City,

in a cave on a cross in Sunday School; god could not be kept

in a museum wrapped in a mummy skin; god could not be kept

silent in a little three letters word.

She grew wild as lightning in a snow storm.

Thus, the Divine found her,

exhausted as a bear hibernating in sleep

dreaming by a yellow spring listening to her heartbeat

a steady source of heat -

and when she awoke alone in her bed,

she found the Divine inside herself by Rising and Shining

like a sun.

( Ann Megisikwe Filemyr - 2001)

Wish you all a nice Summertime !

And thanks for Reading.

:-)

("Water", Mika, Photoshop)

Learn the patterns of creation.
Learn the patterns of destruction.
Weave your knowledge into tapestries of wonder.
Be in awe of your own magic.
And be humble before the magic all around you.
Marvel at your place in the Dance of Love and Life.
May your spiritual gestation be complete,
and may you,
like the great mother herself,
birth your own sun
to illuminate your journey.

(We'Moon Agenda, 1995)

(Image : "Shekinah", watercolours on paper, Shakti, 2003)

PRAYER OF THANSKGIVING

Oh, Great Goddess, Creatress of all things,

hear your children´s prayer of thanks

for this our Mother Earth,

Who with seed of star power

Has given us volcano, wind and cloud,

spider, tiger, human child,

golden grasses - grain to feed our bodies.

Oh, Great and Loving Earth-Mother,

your gifts nourish us,

and give us strength.

We find you more beautiful

in every sunrise.

You, whose rich, dark soil

has given us birth,

Whose ample arms hold us in a warm embrace

wide as the summer sky,

deep as thunder´s song.

May we be worthy.

May all your children, in all forms

and in all places, be richly blessed.

And may we know our place in the Great Harmony.

(We'Moon Agenda, 1995)

Summer Mandalas (Shakti)

These are Mandalas I have been painting yesterday for the cover of a group Report that we are writing for the Earth Sanctuary.
The red one is the Core Group Mandala (Mika, Adam and me, three energies working as one in the context of bulding the Sanctuary); the pale blue one is the Earth Sanctuary banner; and the last one is "The Star of Eärendil". Ah well, I´ll put part of Tolkien´s poem here :

When the sea of night fades into light
A ship goes sailing through the dawn
A star upon its mast so bright
To wake the sleepers from the night

Giving hope to those who weep
Giving hope to those who dream

Aiya Eärendil, Elenion Ancalima!

See?
:-)