Uradiance

Blessed Full Moon, cooling and quieting this restless mind with beams of transcendental light.  Blessed Sophia, Mother of Wisdom, Holy Spirit and Bride of Christ, whose breath opens and sweeps my heart.  Blessed Sarasvati, Goddess of Poetry, Music and Art: Om Aim Shrim Hrim Sarasvati Devyai Namaha!

A few moments merely Being, without being any one or any thing, flood the day with the ocean of eternity. Then it becomes so obvious that all the hopes and plans of men and angels are but dim reflections of this apple blossom's yearning for the sun.

Be a warrior of spells. Store up healing words like arrows in the quiver of your heart and dip them in deep silence. When you enter the mists of fear and discouragement, shoot your luminous blessing into a cloud and awaken the Sun! Words matter.