I AM

No longer a spectator but an observer, my perception is my creation. No longer victim but creator, my creation is my act of love. No longer possessed but lover, my act of love is constant recognition.

I am old and weary, tired of the years.

Young am I, all wonder.

The beginning is me, and the end, and everything in between.

The hand that embraces me in love, is me in gratitude.

I am.

A piece of text that touched me, from the beautiful book by Hans Korteweg: "Many More Years" 

Art: Jacob's Ladder by William Blake

Chalice

CHALICE

Purify what remains impure in me

that I may be a vessel full of honey

for without your help it will remain

an unrefined nothing,

my beekeeper, my queen.

You show me the path

which leads me to your hidden garden

winding through the labyrinth of my days.

For I know that in that blessed place

I can work freely,

and when the sun is high

I will kneel down.

I mirror myself in your sweet source

and the honey chalice opens.

Everything becomes light with you,

everything is renewed,

at your word the desert will bloom.

It is what I have longed for,

what I so long have sought,

what I have hoped for all my days:

To become a room

among the many rooms 

in the Mother-house of Love.

Art: Bhramari Devi - Hindu Bee Goddess. A form of Shakti who changed into a bee to fight demons and negativity. Artist: Greg Spalenka