Daily Archives: January 6, 2018

Bestial View…


Can a thing originate in its opposite?

The desire for Truth, in the desire to deceive?

Can we posit a selfless, self interest?

Is the star-struck, Mage, mired in mud?


Such ludicrous speculations!

Our highest ideals must have a pure origin.

The Womb of Being is responsible.

The God-Head itself!


So insist our, ‘lovers of wisdom’.

And thus proclaim their ‘faith’ misguided by polarity,

bamboozled by process, cyclically confused.

These purveyors of pendulous truths doubt not their backward facing priorities.


Should we but peer into the pot,

we might conceive a more honest approach.

A beast’s eye-view, as if beasts

had never evolved wings and flown, as birds.


It may be that the value of the ‘high’ resides,

in being inextricably linked with the ‘low’.

It may be that, to all intents and purposes,

they are both identical.


Who concerns themselves with such possibilities?

We await the new, lovers of wisdom.

There, appearing, on the horizon,

One such, approaches!


Lady of the Flame: Hail Mighty Sekhmet!


diwali-2934103_1920 Image: rocky9631, Pixabay

She is known by many epithets, in particular Eye of Ra, Lady of the Red Linen, and Lady of the Flame. Protector of the Pharaoh and scourge of humankind when we acted out like disobedient children. The Lion Goddess Sekhmet springs from ancient lineage and is imbued with the power of a million suns. Not one to be disrespected, and not one to be approached in arrogance and pride. The Goddess waits in the darkness of the Sanctuary, a place filled with eternal silence and terrible power.

How does the supplicant approach this place? Not with a backward glance. She can smell your fear as it seeps through your pores, and hear the frantic beat of your heart. Are you purified in body, soul and intent? Don’t deceive yourself, mercy will not be offered to you on a platter. Why should it? The journey through the burning…

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Silver Tree meets Secret Moon

Sun in Gemini


What silver magic rises here

Amidst the Winter mists and gloom

When, darkly frosted, shines the bark

Announcing light that drives the gloom

Where sleeping tree meets secret moon


But do you have the eyes of child?

And ears curled round our faery song

What is not there, yet plainly seen?

Or are you bound to look around

Believing what has never been.


This is no threat, no malice’d tune

With opened ring we welcome you

Abide on grass that knows your name

Drink deep the strangeness of our game

And touch the love beyond the flame…


©Stephen Tanham

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