In thinking what we three (Angela Foster, Timothy Kennedy & me) would offer to the Sophia Community Circle for November, it fell together that we would write a love poem to Sophia.
From ~hag: When does the past
Become the present?
~When the outside is within~
When does the poem
Become a song?
~When the Virgin is free & fruitful~
And in the Speaking?
Do the Stars move
Us toward the future?
~Only when the riddle key unlocks a world Whitsun~
And in the Standing
Between thinking & willing
Can the spark of feeling
Feed the font of Wisdom wrested ?
~Only when the Mother has washed the 7 veils into white garments~
Then
Becomes Love
Unbound…
Homebound “on the boats of spirit-knowledge
To awaken in human souls Isis-Sophia Wisdom of God”.
I am writing a love poem for my Sophia.
The 3 into 1 ~hag
Am I a body
In you
Sculpting a grand canyon
An outer shell easily removed
With the art of living..?
Your gravity calls.
And in the standing
I set out
A walking ocean
Sister-sized
Smooth & butter-colored
Split stillness
Water-fall tossed
Vast & never far away.
What is your Will..?
Is there room
For wind & weaving in the dark –
A riddle ripple in mediating rhythm
Listening
For the reflection
Of humble stars
& tragic paradoxes of Love..?
Feed the font of Wisdom wrested
Surrendering color to the light.
Sing the sonnet of Spirit-Self -
To wash the 7 veils white
Be - Coming
I pray
Let my stream
Of-consciousness bee
Poem enough.
I am - A waterfall - In gravity - Unbound - Homebound
Becoming Will A Love poem - To Sophia
