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We cannot live without the night, gossamer veils of emptiness. The Goddess is black, but each pore of her body emits a rainbow. Motionless, she watches beyond care, yet flows like a river of healing. Doesn't dark energy circle us all like Mother Raven? Take root in your grief. That is where the sun is born. Ascend through a bolder falling. Her womb is immaculate silence. Her void is moist with stars. Yet she who cradles them all has become your breath. Haven't I told you there is wine in the void between thoughts, Joy and sorrow mingled in one cup? Now taste, and who knows if tonight you might not finally embrace the fierce beauty of your beaten heart? - Alfred K. LaMotte
There is no refuge No destination No resolution Only This Blessed are the fruit of my womb Blessed are the cycles that have no end Blessed is the Wound Blessed is the Hole Blessed is the space that holds you always Blessed is this unfinished life Blessed is the eternal and unchanging Blessed are we who bear the unbearable who carry our cross from first to last breath Blessed are we who know the relentless mercy of the Mysterious Other known only when we sacrifice our reaching There is no refuge No destination No resolution Only This To you who are the Birther of Samsara and the doorway to Nirvana To you whose Love is the bridge that flows between them To you who holds the mirror of perfection inside the crack of imperfection whose Road leads nowhere and is everywhere To you whose breast is the refuge of no refuge To you whose passion dissolves all ignorance and whose innocence reveals unstained beauty Enveloped by your Grace With nowhere to go Around and around Heart to the Ground Here I am -Maya Luna
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