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She

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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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Mary Magdalene: A New Perspective

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How she became my guide in uniting the wisdom of the East with the Christian mystical tradition. My book of poems, "Strangers & Pilgrims," is dedicated to Mary, with a cover depicting her on the shore of southern France where she became the first Christian mystic, who brought the ancient wisdom to the West. Painting by Sue Ellen Parkinson. LINK
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What Is Your Name?

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   What is your name? Is it, by any chance, the name of God? Whenever you say I Am, you name you name yourself with God's name. 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 must speak from the same Being who spoke to Moses.  Christ used this very name when he breathed these words from his heart, "I Am the light of the world." Later he said, "You are the light of the world," indicating the identity of his I Am and yours. When you truly utter I Am, you shine with the glory of Christ.  One Being whispers, I Am the Creator, I am the Child of God, I Am the mothering Spirit 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...
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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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