Holy Ground

You, who is making the withered tracery sing
Ensouling tress with your haloed heart
Golden in the choral glow.
Linger dear one
Over the calyx of a rose
& listen.
Then ask.
Watch your fingers creasing the lucent strings of rain
The graceful vibrato condensing in a modern mist of sound
A lacework stroking & cloaking your senses
Do you see how the soaked lily inclines
So reverently in the grist of your holy ground?
~hag

11.11.19 – ‘There’s a little black spot on the Sun today’

11.11.19 – “Speaking with the Stars”:  ‘There’s a little black spot on the Sun today’ ~Sting Today is the 7th & last installment of: 11.11.19 – ‘Mercury Dances across the Face of the Sun’ – Read the 1st, 2nd ,  3rd , 4th 5th , 6th chapters. Greetings friends on this 11.11.19 – Here in Atlanta the transit commences at 7:36 am EST … Continue reading 11.11.19 – ‘There’s a little black spot on the Sun today’

The Reversal of Mercury & Venus…& the Crescent Moon Dance

~Closer than your breath & older than death…
It speaks like a mountain, laughs like a river,
Prays like the sun, & sings the way the animals think…
Plus – It’s always as fresh as the beginning of time…
What am I?

The Grave of the Earth

Beneath ‘Our Lady’ lay the ruins of a Temple to Isis. The Templars built this Cathedral in the 12th century, in honor of Mary Magdalene, personified as the Black Madonna, symbol of the secret Wisdom of the Divine Feminine. And so, the former Egyptian Isis had been renewed & crowned by them: ‘Queen of Paris’.