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Homo Sanctus Sanctus

Homo Sanctus Sanctus

When the well sinks into the deep, and

The songs ring flat. When colors fade

To ice and snow. When the sun sets too fast.

And sleep is needed just to breathe.

When good tidings weep without solace, and

The strains of Noel are but tearful whispers.

No one can hold these holy notes alone.

You alone should not bear the burden of

Dust to dust. This is sacred work,

To restore your Being, to evoke your Soul,

Despite the tangle of muddle in the mundane, where

Your disquieted mind diverts you from

Your path. As you flounder, may we be of service.

May we be the weavers drawing your threads into

The tapestry of grace.  May we be the space holders

Bearing up your sorrow for

Transmutation on this bridge of Light,

Offering the way for us all to thrive.

We are harmony, interwoven by cords.

Our affinity reverberates in the geometry

Of the cosmos. We are one on this journey

Infinatum.  Onward. Onward.

Onward. Still, a foundation can crumble,

Spinning us Homo sapiens sapiens

Into a deathless chasm and endless

Drowning in shadows. Without you,

The compass is not viable. Without you,

We agonize. Remember who you are.

Your song resounds in Excelsis Deo.

You are the hymn, echoing light and love.

 

Eros el mago. You are the mystery, the magician,

Creating sacred alchemy though the effort

Can be painstaking and insufferable,

Full of fear and regret, guilt and shame.

As biography begets biology into bloody

Mayhem, you can recast this malaise,

Gradually interlacing it to the Light.

You are the cosmos, made of filaments

Of nebula, and the framework of planets,

You are spiraling brightly in helical orbits

Divinely connected to the web of life.

The macrocosm is your microcosm.

There is nothing wretched in the Holy.

You are the blessed child entering the castle and

Feasting on the ambrosia of bliss

And joy. We need you. We so need you.

We cannot uphold this firmament without you

If we lose our hold. Eros el curador of debility,

Desperation, and despair. Your grace is a baptism.

A holy communion of purifying fire

Igniting soul out of ash. May you bolster us and

Redeem us, our healer, Homo sanctus sanctus.

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Notes if needed…

*”Eros el mago” in Spanish means “You are the magician.”

*”Eros el curator” in Spanish means “You are the healer.”

*”sanctus” is Latin for “holy” or “sacred”

Carolyn Myss teaches the our biography creates our biology. This simply means that how we live affects how we thrive as a biological life form.

In the book The Gene Keys Unlocking the Higher Purpose of Your DNA, Richard Rudd uses the term Homo Sanctus, which I found inspiring.

Nick Seneca Jankel reports of a serendipitous experience in which he was approached by a stranger in India who said, “Eros el Mago” to him. This experience helped ignite an awakening. (Coast to Coast AM, 12/12/2018).

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©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image: Orion Nebula from Pixabay (I chose this image because it depicts a web and a bridge.)

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Tree of Life

Tree of Life

Our map to the stars,

Arborial root seaward.

Your Flower of Life,

Sprouting all fruit, all roots, and

Foraging Soul in the Light.

 

Copyright©  2017/10/15 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunsineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: Original Art “Tree of Life” © Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

 

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A Time to Heal

A Time to Heal

We are all One
Sharing the Same Energy Field.
We are but sparks from the Same Light.
Your day is everyone’s day.
Your night is everyone’s night.
Your tears become the tears of all time.
Your joys make all life and matter smile.
Every cry of a newborn
Is recorded in the fabric of Time.
Every gun shot
Rips through Dark Mother.
Fear is the basis of all injury.
Love constructs the heart, not just your heart,
But the heart of Source.
You are not alone.
Fear not.
Separation creates isolation creates animosity,
Borne of fear.
Love connects and binds,
Healing torn hearts.
Fear and Love cannot reside in the same House.

There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.        1 John 4:18

Fear not.
Worry not.
Hate not.
Love those that fear, worry, and hate.
This is the great challenge
Put forth by Source.
It is your choice –
In fact, the most important choice,
To Love with all your heart
Regardless of fear of harm,
Which is fear of separation and isolation.
Forgive and love.
This is the lesson borne on the Cross.
Love is not blind.
Love teaches those who fear.
Love is the Great Mother and Great Father,
Who teach the course not with hate,
But with Love.
Love teaches moral tether and integrity
Not with whips, but with Compassion.
Love is gentle; Love is kind.
This is your choice,
To Love and to love with all your heart.
Those who Love heal All.

Copyright© August 18, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

image: pixabay

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