The words in my header speak of Sophia’s Mirror as reflecting all creation, as being the source of all things. My weblog is about the discoveries which can be made when we look into this mirror, and the encounters through art, writing and poetry which allow us to glimpse the oneness behind the many forms reflected there. What I believe in and practice is not a process which ends, but a process which transforms. And it is my heartfelt wish that you, my readers, will continue to be a part of that transforming process with me. Thank you for stopping by.
To approach Sophia is to approach that vital spark of the divine within ourselves, for Sophia is the essential spirit which infuses all things.
The Church of Love
The church of love has no secret, has neither mystery nor initiation except for the deep knowledge of the power of love, as the world must change, if we as persons wish it so; but only if firstly we change ourselves.
The valley spirit never dies Call it the mystery, the woman. The mystery, the Door of the Woman, is the root of earth and heaven.
But this one thing becomes more clear to me: that you can't help us, but we need to help you and by doing that we also help ourselves. And this is the only thing that we can save now and also the only thing that matters: a piece of you in ourselves, God. Etty Hillesum
The Paradoxes of Love
The storming of love is what is sweetest within her, Her deepest abyss is her most beautiful form,
The Radiance of God
Woman is the radiance of God, she is not your beloved. She is the Creator - you could say that she is not created. Rumi (Masnavi, I:2437)
The Eyesight of the Soul
To serve love in new seasons would be new indeed – that noble art few will embrace: few feel they should find out what true love can impart.
“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” ~ Rumi
I will sing of well-founded Gaia, Mother of All, eldest of all beings. She feeds all creatures that are in the world, all that go upon the goodly land, and all that are in the paths of the sea, and all that fly: all these are fed of her store. - Homeric Hymn, 7th Century B.C. Image: Greg Spalenka
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When we are face to face with truth, the point of view of Krishna, Buddha, Christ, or any other Prophet, is the same. When we look at life from the top of the mountain, there is no limitation; there is the same immensity.
~ Hazrat Inayat Khan
Leaning into the Afternoons by Pablo Neruda
Mastery of the Sages Mooji Satsang
l' Esprit du Bleu
Only Breath by Rumi
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Advent, we say, is the season of waiting. We might more truly say that Advent is the season of desire - and desire unfulfilled, at that. Waiting is a form of emptiness, but it’s an emptiness that implies expectation: we wait for someone or something, do we not? And we desire the arrival of what we await. In our hectic world we constantly face a barrage of distractions, from the chattering voices of social media with which we constantly keep in touch via our ubiquitous smartphones, from the pressures of commercialism which urge us to buy, buy, buy, at the very time of the year when we should be retreating into ourselves in silent contemplation and reflection. For this also is an aspect of advent: it is – or should be – a time of quiet reflection. If only we can manage to be silent in ourselves, to still all those chattering voices which distract us, then we allow the true spirit of advent to reveal itself. That sense of expectant wonder is always present. Advent is in every moment. And that moment is universal. “Peace, be still.” were the words we are told Jesus spoke to calm the storm on that far Sea of Galilee. If we allow those words to echo in our hearts, whether we are Christian or not, and whether we celebrate the Christian day of Advent or not, we allow the true spirit of a universal advent to emerge, and we find ourselves filled with a renewing spirit of anticipation, wonder and silent joy.