Sometimes I hear whispers.
They are Her whispers --Her words.
This blog was created to honor the Goddess.
She who speaks.
To honor her ways, her words.
The other evening I sat before my altar.
Time spent in meditation
Offering gratitude and devotion.
These were the whispers of She who speaks.
Her words, meant to be heard.
My Sisters shall know, They shall understand.
Blood Spilled from my sacred bird
is but a drop
Secrets, hidden in my sacred fruit
lie in wait
For those who know
I shall rise
For I am All
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Your poem today reminds me of that quotation: "The World shouts. The Divine whispers." You know the wisdom of careful listening.
ReplyDeleteIf only more of us would stop and listen, for she is everywhere
ReplyDeleteThank you so much...
ReplyDeleteI'd ask this of you -
The "poem" isn't so much a poem
but words I heard meditating.
I think there is a message in the words
& I would to love hear any thoughts about the
message.
Blessings!
Very powerful. I think the words "Blood spilled" and "Secrets, Hidden" stems from times of old when patriarchy tried to destroy the Goddess, but they never could. She is telling you that She is still here with us, and I think what She is saying is that the age when patriarchy ruled is almost over, that the Goddess is rising again. But, of course, that is only my interpretation.
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ReplyDeleteMary,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing that powerful interpretation. I am very grateful to hear
what others are getting from this. My view
was just slightly different, but in the end the same.
I too believe She is rising again. We all
have a piece of the puzzle to share - please
continue to do so!
Profound is the first thing that comes to mind when I read Her words. I can imagine the breath catching in your throat, and your amazement on hearing those words. Thank you for posting it!
ReplyDeleteIt seems that the Gods and prophets have always delivered Their messages in the form of parable and allegory. I believe They do so to allow for individual interpretation -- so that each of us can understand the message in the context of our own life, so that it dovetails with each person’s unique path. As a writer, it is difficult for me to restrain myself from putting down words to describe what I hear in Her message -- so I won’t. ; )
Blood Spilled from my sacred bird
is but a drop.
“Life's pain is, in reality, small.” A bird is something that can be seen as small, precious, and fragile - a creature wont to flit from one branch to another. Sounds like "children" to me. We are Her children. Also, like birds we can soar, rise above it all, gaining a view that puts it all into perspective. She said "Blood Spilled from my sacred bird". I take that to mean "something precious that is sacrificed" -- that what we are or have been sacrificing, or what we will be required to sacrifice in the near future, is "but a drop" / is small when put into context in the big picture or "long view". I am reminded of the Tarot’s 3 of Wands.
Secrets, hidden in my sacred fruit
lie in wait
For those who know
“The fruit of My Knowledge waits patiently in the Heart for all who choose to open their eyes and see it; open their ears and hear it.” Apple! Apple is something fist-size, red, life giving, containing knowledge as in the story of Adam & Eve. Here I see Apple = Heart. All that we need, whatever the soul requires for nourishment, can be found by looking within our own hearts, to the spark that resides within.
I shall rise
For I am All
“For those who have sought, found, and know My Wisdom of Love and Light shall rise with Me, above all that is trivial in the world, in My Presence, and know Joy. For I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, and All that exists in All.” Is She saying here that She is literally Rising - that Her worship will be at the forefront again - maybe that is the enlightenment of 2012? She would not say something so definitive unless others, like ourselves, are listing and hearing. She is telling us that there is a groundswell of enlightenment happening. She wants us to know & remember that, despite the sinking stock market, what we see and hear on the news everyday, and all the other joy-sucking things happening around us. To clumsily paraphrase, "Don't sweat the small stuff ‘cause its all small stuff" -- even though it doesn't seem small sometimes.
Jacque,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your thoughts.
Another profound interpretation...
Glad I got to share this with you,
my sister!