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Perfume bottle

9/2/2019

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There are two
different kinds of

oil in there.


One is lotus, and
the other papyrus.


When you
shake the bottle, you

mix them

together.


Papyrus
is for

records. And lotus

is for love.


According to Thoth.

© Maria Rosenkreutz, 2019
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the higher self is a wild place

3/11/2018

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The Higher Self is a wild place.
If I wasn't so terrified,
I might feel quite at home there.




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Father

27/9/2018

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held in
my inner father's arms
his strength
is mine.

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char

13/8/2018

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my heart chars
its coal bursts
into dust

onward
that life has passed
I'm reborn

my new heart
grows




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DEATH

15/10/2015

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I am death.
I cut away my own illusions
until nothing’s left standing
except for bare bones.

Clothe me, oh God
for I like the ever-changing forms
a new head to cut
a new foot to destroy
because
now I know
my essence
to the core

bare bones moving
dancing
eternally
on your behalf
and in your image:
free


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LOVE HAS COME HOME

23/9/2015

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I have known
the darkness of the light
and the light of the darkness.

in the darkness of the night
runs our river of love.
​
It is there that I found it
for I paused
in the still
of the dark night
of the soul.

NOW LOVE HAS RETURNED TO ITSELF.

The darkness is now behind me
but so is also the light.
What lies ahead is nothingness.
It has no scent. It has no name.

Oh nameless one
who you are me
and I am you
I have come to embrace you
over
and over
again.
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Crow mother

28/7/2015

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A crow I've become
over night!
She visited me
and gave me her feather
and she said:
I am mother
to you.


This makes me a Bird-Borne
a girl of the night
with feathers black as the dark of the moon
and a beak
potent to speak and repeat
the things I hear
and the things I think.


My crow mother told me
that I could say what I wanted,
in fact, that I should!
That birth to me she gave
so I would be her beloved daughter
who only speaks
her own mind.


Now this is a blessing quite unusual
and I shall surely take it to heart.
What mother told me
is to sing of my soul
and to tear the veils apart.





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CACOPHONY

22/7/2015

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the cacophony of the world 

collides with the wind

and the ocean rises in opalescence.


the skunk touched me by chance

and now the cacophony of my senses

has created a shimmer of opalescence.


this has struck me as odd. 

the opalescent rising of the sea has distracted me

and no longer do I seek harmony in this world of cacophony


I have chanced upon your touch

and from the cacophony risen has stillness

opalescent still, and at times, an odd silence.


I've visited and embraced the skunk

I've seen it's family with many children

their beautiful black and white arouses my opalescence.


the colors shine forth

the chance has been odd. 

but the cacophony of the world finally makes sense.


opalescence rustles in the stillness of the trees

I harness these forces now

the cacophony of the world now lies in harmony.
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SKULL

22/7/2015

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S - soar along the nature of immortality

K - careening in the great vessel of clay

U - utilizing the equipment you're given, a


L - lullaby, a

L - love-ride through heavens and hells.
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GAIAMA - version 2015

22/7/2015

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GaiaMa: 
You've got Gaian equipment, she takes care of you. 

on the earth I lie
resting
for now. 

many days have risen
behind me
into darkness
the only thing I know to calm me
is SHE: GaiaMa. 

the scent of ancient cedars embraces me
I can rest now
in the stillness
of this Emerald Truth.

cradled in HER magnetism
I can rest once more
perhaps til the sunrise
perhaps til tomorrow
perhaps I may sleep tonight. 

the cat gently comes around my legs
sits on my sleeping bag
wetly sniffs my nose.

I can take it now:
the morning darkness no longer scares me
and perhaps one day
the days will be days again. 
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THE SKULL

22/7/2015

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the skull is made of bone
and lives throughout the Ages
it has seen many faces
and carries them all

some are afraid to look at the skull
its bony cheeks
with no flesh on them
the seams that have grown to keep the plates together
 prove that the skull has matured
(for a child's skull plates are still separate)

the skull remains unmoving
throughout the Ages
and sees much
it is unmoved by people's fear 
and remains, ultimately, untouched
except by the faces 
that come to lay upon it
life after life after life

the skull is like me
its structure looks ugly alone
with no face, no flesh 
​
it is honest
and truthful
expressing the essence of the Ages
it does not move
like a face would
because it has no muscles
to twitch

but it rests
in peace
throughout the Ages 
rests 
in peace
throughout Eternity.
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