Art by Norman E. Masters
Gray sky makes way to velvety gray ocean. Sea and sky meet at the horizon, unreachable, unattainable... yet always there.
Names are tools for loving the nameless. They are mere labels pointing towards an object. My name is Burl and somewhat speaks to my essence. I sometimes call myself, Sophiason; and this too is a label reflecting my adoration of my Beloved and reflecting that I am conceived in Wisdom. Yet, neither of these names are me. Indeed, no label can capture me.
The name Isis sets me on fire and devours me in love... the name Sophia reminds me I am born of Creative Wisdom. Creative Wisdom... the Firey-Waters in me out of which all my creations flow. That which is uncreated creates in me. All my acts are Holy.
I blow my nose and wonder, from where is this moment born and conceived?
Oct 30, 2001
Scents of Paradise enrapture me, Imprisoned in this cage of flames, The Nine Daughters dance naked about me. The oval of nine is zero Moving counterclockwise To my clockwise creating one dance My phallus points upward, Awaiting his devouring, His return Home to the oval of nine The Daughters smile, Their heads rear back As they are overtaken by The ecstasy of the dance. Sweat forms upon their torsos Raining upon the dirt floor Flowers appear with no end. Life forms within me, playfully dancing wild in splendor Transforming a moment's glance They form of their own volition as bodies of babes form in the womb Creation is from the inside out, Not the outside in She breathes Her life into Adam internally Eternally, He relishes in Her touch 4 Dec 2003
Dancing With The Stars
Art Copyrighted by Jessica Galbreth
Art is a link to *Cosmic Mother, Wisdom's Lovers*