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.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you. But sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
– Rumi
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?
This One Love
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours. And the songs of every poet past and forever.
- Rabindranath Tagore
* Invocation - the Video
* The Crossing - The Video
The Lovers
For love has no need of masks and acceptance is all and everything.
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.
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.
“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” ~ Rumi
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. Image: Greg Spalenka
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Changing Seasons..
Fly the Flag
Visitors
La Bella Luna
CURRENT MOON
No Limitation
When we are face to face with truth, the point of view of Krishna, Buddha, Christ, or any other Prophet, is the same. When we look at life from the top of the mountain, there is no limitation; there is the same immensity.
~ Hazrat Inayat Khan
l' Esprit du Bleu
Only Breath by Rumi
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Amen. How familiar is this simple word. Even if we might not be someone who uses it in the context of prayer, we still might use the word as an affirmation. “Amen to that!” we say, when we wish to emphasize our agreement with something. But although it is a word in general use, it still is within the context of prayer that the word most belongs. But what does the word actually mean? ‘Amen’ is from the Hebrew, and simply means ‘faith’. As the closing word of a prayer, what we mean by ‘amen’ is that we have the faith that what we have prayed for will happen: that it will ‘come to pass’. So we can say that ‘amen’ is a way of saying ‘let it be so’. The word becomes a kind of seal affixed to the conclusion of a document: a pact of faith. But as can happen with words which have become familiar through much repetition, this simple word turns out to have hidden and unexpected depths. In Hebrew ‘amen’ is spoken as ‘AMN’, without the extra vowel – which also is the identical same name as the principal Egyptian god Amun, which also would have been spoken as ‘AMN’. It is our own modern usage which supplies the extra letter. Think of the boy pharaoh Tutankhamun, who had the god’s name incorporated into his own. Now think of the name Moses, so familiar from the Torah and the Old Testament. It sounds so typically Ancient Hebrew – until we remember the name of such a pharaoh as Thutmoses. Tradition tells us that Moses was an adept of the Egyptian mystery schools during the years of Hebrew exile. Two cultures which might at first seem remote from each other would seem to have more in common than we might imagine, and in uttering ‘Amen’ at the conclusion of a prayer we might actually be invoking the blessings of an ancient god. But ‘AMN’ has another echo. It also is very close in sound to the Sanskrit word ‘AUM’ (also written as ‘OM’ or OHM’). ‘AUM’ is not so much a word as a sound, an expression of the soul, of the Self, and apart from its use in meditation, also is affixed as a written symbol at the conclusion (and sometimes also at the beginning) of a passage of sacred text. To package up these ancient cultures, to imagine them sealed off from each other, is to ignore the flow of ideas and beliefs that travelled the trade routes of the Ancient World as much as did the spices and other material trade goods. When thought of as a sound, this simple word AMN/AUM would seem to be a powerful affirmation indeed: so powerful that the mere voicing of it could in some mysterious way actually help to call into being that which we wish for. And what we wish for, in the end, is simple peace of heart. We wish for something, whatever that ‘something’ happens to be, to ‘turn out right in the end’. To open our hearts to a sacred sound is in a way to enter sacred space, to open the door to possibilities provided to us when we make ourselves receptive to them. And when ‘amen’ is spoken from the heart, then what is spoken before it takes wing, and all shall be well. Have faith. Let it be so. Amen.
Once, when the world was not as old as it is now, there lived a stone ape. This stone ape lived in a forest, because endless forests were what this young world mostly consisted of. It was rumored that somewhere far beyond the forest, at the very rim of the world, tall cloud-shrouded mountains nestled together. But no one was sure, because no one had ever journeyed quite that far. The stone ape was a rather arrogant creature, but this did not bother anyone because there seemed to be no one else around to bother. Until one morning. While swinging through the forest the stone ape suddenly saw in a clearing below a figure. The figure looked human enough, but the stone ape seemed to sense that there was somehow something different about this one. Curious as to whom the figure was, the stone ape swung down to the ground and asked the figure’s name. “I am Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha.” Replied Buddha. The stone ape had heard of the Buddha, and dimly remembered hearing that he was some kind of great being. “You are great, Lord Buddha, but I am greater still.” replied the stone ape smugly. “I am stronger and faster, and can cover more distance in a single day than you could even dream of. In fact,” he added with a flourish of bravado, “I will! I’ll start out this very moment and journey to the very edge of the world. I’ll leave my mark there and meet you back in this clearing before the sun has set on this day!” The stone ape had hardly finished speaking before he had whirled around and set off, but Buddha merely smiled and settled beneath a tree to meditate. How vast the forest was! The stone ape had never been so far from his own territory, but the forest seemed to go on forever. Still the stone ape journeyed on as the bright sun climbed higher in the sky towards noon. For the first time the stone ape passed great rivers, leaping over them with what seemed to be a new-found strength, bounding along with the exhilaration which comes from knowing one’s own powers. The forest was at last giving way to more hilly terrain, and still the stone ape journeyed on with a speed which even he had not imagined himself capable of. Now the afternoon sun began to be shrouded in mist and clouds, and the stone ape sensed that ahead must be the mountains at the world’s edge. As if growing in power, the stone ape now reached up and grabbed hold of a cloud, swinging from cloud to cloud above snow-covered mountains and frozen rivers of ice. And when he saw ahead of him the tallest mountains of all, he knew that the edge of the world was only a little way ahead. At the very summit of the highest peak two great pillars rose up to almost touch the sky. The pillars marked the edge of the world, and with an extra great effort, the stone ape hurled himself on high and in the red light of the sinking sun scratched his mark on the two towering pillars. But there was now no time to lose. Even as the sun was setting the stone ape set off again, speeding back over clouds, hills, rivers and forests, at last to arrive back in the twilit clearing where the Buddha was calmly waiting for him. “All that I said I would do I have accomplished!” announced the stone ape. "While you have only been sitting here in this clearing I have journeyed to the very edge of the world! And I left my mark on two great pillars that stand there.” “Oh?” said Buddha, and held out two of his fingers to show the stone ape. “You mean this mark here?” Retold and adapted from an Indonesian folktale.