I WILL wash my face
In the nine rays of the sun,
As Mary washed her Son
In the rich fermented milk.
Love be in my countenance,
Benevolence in my mind,
Dew of honey in my tongue,
My breath as the incense.
Black is yonder town,
Black are those therein,
I am the white swan,
Queen above them.
I will travel in the name of God,
In likeness of deer, in likeness of horse,
In likeness of serpent, in likeness of king:
Stronger will it be with me than with all persons.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011

"Every one of us is a mystic. We may or may not realize it, we may not even like it. But whether we know it or not, whether we accept it or not, mystical experience is always there, inviting us on a journey of ultimate discovery. We have been given the gift of life in this perplexing world to become who we ultimately are: creatures of boundless love, caring compassion, and wisdom. Existence is a summons to the eternal journey of the sage - the sage we all are, if only we could see."
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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