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Mother, I see your starry breast and seize your glinting fingers;
your metal is gold which I take to my lips, your breast a constellation;
these are the stars that carry me to your thighs where life is waiting.
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When people ask me if I know what living in the real world means, I say an emphatic yes. The real world is the Numinous world, not the artificial world we construct in our desire to satisfy worldly ambition. I regard myself as a rich man because I know the difference.
If you will not bow your heart to the Eternal, if you will not recognize that which is greater than yourself, if you will not cultivate humility, if you never master service, then you will never conquer your ego. If you never conquer your ego, you will never conquer death.
My friends in Sanatan Dharma, you know that you are the custodians of the most ancient and continuous Dharmic civilization, and that legacy is not only your hope, but our planet's hope for the future. Please continue to take pride in the example you set for humankind.
Life knows my name
written on the leaves of her shining tree,
where the sun reads each letter in spans of thousands;
heralding the years of word and wing,
climbing those heights above the river;
a life who sings with the red breast of swallows
O earth of my Father and Mother’s sky,
I drink from your tree of my ages gone by;
its waters to fill me as west’s shadows fall,
its life to become me as eastern lights call.
She is the Sky of the First Beginning, this Mother into whom I descend
she who gulps down the stars and the swollen moon
all dancing for her in their orbits around the vault
She is the Mother who gave me my true and secret name
the name that contains every memory since time began
O my ba-soul clad in the spring of that heavenly sycamore,
where the breast of the sky fills worthy hearts;
my goddess of the south opens the flood for you
with her arms of lapis renewal;
just as she does for the loins of the potent sun https://t.co/jVA1nacUSp
raise up my body from the earth and let your sky receive me.
I approach with the bleary eyes of a twilight wanderer;
open wide my eyes with northern light and let your stars behold me.
I approach with lips sealed fast by the nether sky https://t.co/jVA1nauvJX
You goddess of northern breast and eastern thighs,
where the Sun-God travels to recover his face of morning;
open for me your cleft of the dawn and secure for me our beginning.
I approach with the flesh and bones of a mortal man https://t.co/rpsszna22l