Advent
On the threshold,
waiting
for the golden light
that desires to mirror itself
in my heart.
Inside
is silence.
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Welcome
- Emma
- The words in my header speak of Sophia’s Mirror as reflecting all creation, as being the source of all things. My weblog is about the discoveries which can be made when we look into this mirror, and the encounters through art, writing and poetry which allow us to glimpse the oneness behind the many forms reflected there. What I believe in and practice is not a process which ends, but a process which transforms. And it is my heartfelt wish that you, my readers, will continue to be a part of that transforming process with me. Thank you for stopping by.
Sophia's Mirror
The Ancient World called her Sophia – Wisdom
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To You, My Reader
Whether you are a return or a first-time visitor: I am aware that my posts over the last months have been rather sporadic, and have at times included writings by others. This has to do with personal health issues which have had to be coped with, and this in turn has meant that I have had to address new and unfamiliar limitations regarding how much I can do and what I can manage. I nevertheless will continue to post what and when I am able to. My thanks to my readers for their understanding, and my wish is that all my visitors will still find something of interest in my previous posts. ~ Emma
The Sanctuary of Emptiness
"Look" says the Spirit, "the new world has arrived. The landscape is changing around you."
Amen
We traditionally end a prayer with the word 'Amen'. But what does this simple word mean and where did it originally come from?
* Invocation - the Video
* The Crossing - The Video
The Lovers
For love has no need of masks and acceptance is all and everything.
The Homecoming
That is the longing: to live in the waves
and have no home in time.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Sophia - The Breath of Life
To approach Sophia is to approach that vital spark of the divine within ourselves, for Sophia is the essential spirit which infuses all things.
The Church of Love
The church of love has no secret, has neither mystery nor initiation except for the deep knowledge of the power of love, as the world must change, if we as persons wish it so; but only if firstly we change ourselves.
Spirit of the Valley
The valley spirit never dies Call it the mystery, the woman. The mystery, the Door of the Woman, is the root of earth and heaven.
In Ourselves
But this one thing becomes more clear to me: that you can't help us, but we need to help you and by doing that we also help ourselves. And this is the only thing that we can save now and also the only thing that matters: a piece of you in ourselves, God.
Etty Hillesum
The Paradoxes of Love
The storming of love is what is sweetest within her, Her deepest abyss is her most beautiful form,
The Radiance of God
Woman is the radiance of God, she is not your beloved. She is the Creator - you could say that she is not created.
Rumi (Masnavi, I:2437)
The Eyesight of the Soul
To serve love in new seasons would be new indeed – that noble art few will embrace: few feel they should find out what true love can impart.
The Longing
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And still after all this time the sun has never said to the earth: "You own me" Look what happens with love like that.
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Gaia
I will sing of well-founded Gaia, Mother of All, eldest of all beings. She feeds all creatures that are in the world, all that go upon the goodly land, and all that are in the paths of the sea, and all that fly: all these are fed of her store.
- Homeric Hymn, 7th Century B.C.
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The Advent is a beautiful poem that expresses the pristine depth of inner stillness from which the inner light is "born" or manifests. Hence this silence is the Advent. The small poem expresses unfathomable depth! The poem points to that mystical reality which cannot be described in words, and yet the poem accomplishes this with the brevity of a haiku. An incredible poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friend. I feel that we speak the same language, even when using different words.
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