Regarding my poem about The Goddess, most of us say there is no such thing as male or female in God. Yet when many people hear God or Allah, they think of "Him" in a masculine sense. I try to use a variety of names for The Nameless One in my blogs to loosen others and myself from the habit of making God into an image of a man.
IN DRAWING THE SPIRAL
the sound of The Goddess
appears. how does
the swirling of crayons
on paper become so obvious
a sign, so obvious
a melody?
when you can't hear
Her voice, take chalk
or pens or even a stick
and let Her sing you
into the sound,
pirouette
after
pirouette.
Her melodies
will peel away
our layers of doubt,
exposing the soul's gift
of harmony.
even in the silence,
She listens, tucking us
into Her Heart
where Light and Sound
and even Heaven and Earth
become at once every synonym
for Love and Peace in the realm of eternity..
(last revision: 11/9/07)
1 comment:
Ah, how lovely and true to the heart of the One, who has no gender, and in whom all opposites find wholeness :)
Ya Haqq!
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