Goddess for me is not simply deity – not that deity is so simple; but for me, Goddess infuses everything. She is the breath that we take and the breath that we exhale. She is All. From the the Source – the Unmanifest All of Goddess, come the Goddess names and the stories.
I was not exposed to religion until I was 8 years old and went to Catholic School. Goddess had already taken root in my wee heathen soul – I would speak to the Star Goddess as a child laying under the night sky and my early visions and communications with The Lady were formative and the foundation of my love for Goddess. Goddess appears in all religions and worship, so I never felt like one religion or form had to be better than the other; She simply Is and She has many faces in order to connect with Her children but the source is the same.
This is a tremendously inspirational interpretation of The Thunder Perfect Mind from the Nag Hammadi Library and reminds us of the many aspects of Goddess.
Waking Thunder Perfect, Mining the Heart by Robert Thibodeau (from the book: Goddess Meditations from Isis to Sophia; 365 Wisdom Poems to Invoke, Visualize and Embody the Goddess)
I am suffering and joy.
I am the lake within the lake,
The first and last piece of land.
I am power of stars, earth transformed.
Those who reflect upon me
In their heart, wake.
I am any time and place.
Do not miss me, I am
The whore and the virgin,
The midwife and the birth,
She who never conceives
And the pregnant one,
My lover and my son,
The daughter and the mother.
I am the space that caught
The shattered empty mirror, the incomprehensible
Silence and the persistently recurring;
I am the rest between pulse,
The song and its fountain.
I am the lure and what is lured.
You who talk of me, lie. I am
Openly naked yet invisible as a closed book.
I am knowing and unknowing,
I am shameless and grace itself,
Shamed and bold without measure.
Strength and fear, war and peace,
Birth and death, wealth and poverty
All trickle from my laugh.
I am compassion with teeth.
I see the wisdom of both sides.
Heaven and Hell are my birthing
Legs for you who are yet to come.
I am a hole in wholeness,
a symmetry in the break.
Pristine is my awareness,
The street is my dark insight.
I am strength in trembling
Power in fear, poverty in wealth.
The high come low, the low are raised.
I have the most in least,
Empty when full, humble in feast, I feast with
The humble. I am senseless instinct
Blind Wise open eyed.
I am pure animal in madmen
The wild barbarian goddess being
The mask of gods. Primordial I am
Life in death, the lawless within law,
the ultimate in the minute
the meaning in the line
the period and beyond
the ocean holds all boats
the wave that cuts the bow
the pull of the bow holds the arrow,
the invisible pull opens the hand.
I am the paradox of the extraordinarily common.
I am the one you gather within
And scatter without.
I am the one
Who keeps no one, yet all lie
In my domain, maya is my reality,
I am Keeper of the flame,
the melting wax,
the dew kissing sun,
the stars chasing morn, the wave arose
and the wave returned, I blink
and it’s another season. I am who
Celebrates and is celebrated
All festivals are my mask. I am godless,
I am Goddess. I am unlearned
Yet all learn from me. Though you try
To hide in time and space, I timelessly
appear to you, I birth
the great in that which is small.
I am the beat and the rest.
I am the whole body here now, the litany of love
Yet nobody can find me below or above.
The one underneath all come up to.
The upper chamber in which all go down.
I am the judgement and the acquittal the wheel so round
you cannot find an angle,
angels are my mirror, you are my future.
I am the dark not come
to light, the stars on their return journey.
I am original sin and shameless, original blessing and grace,
Lust and self-denial, the eve of resurrection’s face.
I am the voice and the tongueless mute,
the formless form of beauty;
The coming that forever arrives, the goings without ending.
I am the dead arisen and the angelic descent.
I alone exist in the heart of the meaning.
I am the fleeting insatiables and the ever nourishing cup.
I am all losing and winning, all who feed, eat at my breast.
I am all motion, the first and final resting place of truth.
I am the midwife, the birth, and the lovers,
before and after, I am.
I am she who finds wisdom
in the smallest and most fragile,
I am nothing to fear yet the most powerful trembles
And fall at the timely sweep of my head.
I am Sophia of the invisible wind
divine discontent, the perfume of all
alluring, the second Eve who in-
spires all adventure furthering.
I create a bed of place and all who come, come to me, yet
No solid rock or thought can hold me
No flowing river or storm subdue
I am the flowering of every flower
The haunting of death and birth anew
I am the Goddess of Goddess primeval
the thought before every thought
I am the crazy wisdom Sophia
The one you remember
The one you forgot.
All know my permeating presence;
All know the pain of missing parts,
the conclave convex conjuring great treasure,
the injunction, invagination, the wound
wisdom transforms, capacity enduring
endearing to be; I go to return,
in your face, I free.
In time in no time, in space no trace,
Yet you find me in every heart.
I part me sea for you,
raze the house for the new oak tree;
I lay my life down for you
and await the marriage ceremony –
I am your secret invitation
the night calling your name,
virtue in a mother’s patience, the soul
s long labor
to be free, and in love.
Waking thunder wisdom mind,
wholeness is process engendered;
when every piece has found its place,
Truth in Love will surrender
to the Goddess.
I am the space that allows
duality to exist simultaneously.
Neither this nor that, I am
that and this; from emptiness
tomb I birth fullness.
Unless you return to my womb
you cannot be born again,
and again till you reach wholeness.
The Thunder, Perfect Mind translation by George W. Macrae from the Nag Hammadi Library