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   Playfulness without a player. The frolic of God. An abandoned lute fingered by the midnight wind. Countlessness of pollen grains in a single flower. The fragrance of myrrh wafted over the ocean where moons dance in dolphin crescent stillness. A fallen tower spilling jasmine  and oil of spikenard on the sand as rudderless boats of plenty drift unhelmed wherever anointing is needed. Her body laden with jars of chrism and wine, how could she whirl up your backbone from blossom to blossom, escaping your gravity? A woman of the night or the temple virgin of Ningal? Yes. And the grail holder of Jesus. Scholars will never understand how her polished emptiness overflows. How her darkness engenders stars. They would rather correct mistakes in God's translation of her marvelous silence. If you want to taste her fecund blackness, cleanse the secret window of your heart. Behind clouds of grief and time the space of her...
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What Is Your Name?

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   What is your name? What is the name of God? Are they the same name?Whenever you say I Am, you name God as you name yourself. When Moses asked God, "What is your name?" God used the same name you use for yourself, answering, "I Am that I Am." Your most intimate name speaks from the same divine source who spoke to Moses. Christ used the same name when he breathed from his heart, "I Am the light of the world." Later he said, "You are the light of the world," indicating the identity of Christ I Am as your I Am, shining with the same glory. One Being whispers, I Am the Creator, I am the Child of God, and I Am the Spirit Mother who enters your body as this breath. I Am singing a three-part harmony, to irradiate heaven and earth through the crystal prism of the Holy Trinity. Therefore when you say I Am, say it with ecstasy and reverence, caught up in the love of the Father for Christ, and Christ for his own maternal breath, ...
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Cradled

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    Time and space are now granulated to infinitesimal quantum particles of eternity, each particular moment containing the entire past and future, each particular quark encircling the most distant galaxies in its aura. That which was once conceived as far in time or space is not a breath away. If we try to force our new multi-dimensional bodies into the old paradigm of mass in space that we've inhabited for aeons, we feel disoriented. For that space no longer exists. And mass is pulverized into wave-particles of bliss. Likewise, if we continue to conceive of time as linear, requiring a metaphysical leap from this time-line to a better one, we are paralyzed with confusion. For the vector that moved from past to future has been ground into the grace of discontinuity. We center in a timeless flowering of possibilities, that can feel like chaos, unfolding in all directions at once - as close in time to our most ancient ancestor as to the person we t...
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Fullness of the Magdalene

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    Fall into a deeper silence and you will hear the earth breathe flowers. A ray of the full moon descends into your fontanelle. You are the anointed one, the wounded one whose crown has never healed.   One drop of this nectar slips down your throat and pierces your chest. Hold it here, like a pulsing pearl. Your breastbone is an altar, where moonlight mingles with the warmth of the sun. Christ meets Mary here. Their encounter is a mysterious kiss. This is the bridal chamber of the heart. The two become one. Yet the one becomes two for the sake of love. Their silence trembles with a song. Surely, this is the Song of Songs. "Your love is sweeter than wine, and your name is perfume poured out. Lead me into your chamber, O King. I am the garden and you are the Spring." Miryam, in Hebrew, means a bitter sea, an ocean of tears. Magdala means a tower, or a columm. This tower is stored up with bittersweet myrrh, rising from your sacrum to your brow....
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