“May Goddess Saraswati, who is fair like the jasmine-colored moon, and whose pure white garland is like frosty dew drops; who is adorned in radiant white attire, on whose beautiful arm rests the veena, and whose throne is a white lotus; who is surrounded and respected by the Gods, protect me. May you fully remove my […]
Poetry
ALL – A Poem by Janine Canan
All the mantras that can ever be said, I shower like gold-dust on your feet. And when You walk, the universe lights up like the Sun. Golden Goddess, whose only form is the illumination of Love, Mother of Creation. supreme vibration of Bliss, who can ever know or not know You— the one true Self […]
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Hazels at the Pool – A Poem for Brigit by Mael Brigde
Nut-Fed Fish brown hazels ring leaf-laced waters nine sweet cracking maidens elbow to elbow grow branch twined in sisterly branch around the sacred spring Brigit bestower of wisdom drops hazel-mast fat nut-meats into glint-back salmons’ waiting mouths speckles blossom imbas grows they who would be transformed they who seek the second sight they […]
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Summer Love by Molly Remer
Summer Love Too busy. Too buzzy. Not enough time. To do. To do. To do. Scramble. Hurry. Tight chest Tight breath Tight heart WAIT! Listen to Summer. Languid. Warm. Sweaty. Hot. Petals soften Juice drips Kissed by sunlight Bathed with rain Sweet stickiness. Passion. Summer is heavy. Hot and ready. Blooming and dripping. Unfolding. Becoming. […]
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Brigit – Keeper of Cattle by Mael Brigde
Keeper of Cattle Brigit divine cowherd keep us from straying save us from harm tend us your rumbling wayward herd lead us to sloping summer meadows watch over us beneath the high sun bring us home again when nights grow long your mother’s companions Brigit bathed you in milk at your birth […]
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Dream Blossoms {Molly Remer}
“Instead of planting our solitude with our own dream blossoms, we choke the space with continuous music, chatter, and companionship to which we do not even listen. It is simply there to fill the vacuum. When the noise stops there is not inner music to take its place.” –Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea What […]
