hound of god
http://www.stmatthewscathedral.org/

http://www.stmatthewscathedral.org/restoration.html

Last night I went with Shaheda and her son to see St. Matthew'sCathedral, here in DC
I am still in thrall. The murals and mosaics arebreathtaking. We stayed for the mass and heard an inspired preacherwho spoke of culture and the bible passages.Of all the beautiful art that surrounded me, the most impressive wasthe sculpture of Our Lady

http://www.stmatthewscathedral.org/ourladyschapel.html


I wish there was a bigger pic of this but perhaps on your computersyou can see the detail.NEVER have I seen her portrayed in this gesture. The longer I staredat her the more complex I realized the gesture to bee.I am nowlooking for more detail on the creation of this form and its artist.

Tell me ....what do you see????

Also.....When we first approached the cathedral I saw this amazing woman wholooked straight out of an old Garbo movie. Exquisitestance ...walked with a purpose and had a long black cape flowingover her shoulder. For a moment I thought of the old Nuns from mychildhood except she had her makeup on to perfection. I would haveguessed her to be about 60 or so maybe older.But her presence caughtme up and held my attention as if she was encased in a time warp.Later during the mass I saw her come up to communion and again sheflowed between the other parishoners as if she herself was invisable.After the mass I went over to some friends and heard some of the peoplewe had met at the church talking about her.It seems they say she is a bit excentric and homeless.And that every night ,after they close and lock the doors of thecathedral. ...she sets up a lounge chair with an umbrella on thesteps of the church and stays there. She tells them that she isthere to perform a healing.Well ...being a patron of the "foot in both worlds "I was impressedwith her psychosis. What a profound choice.I caught her eyes as she was setting up after church and we smiledat each other. Then I waved goodbye.

I think I saw, in that instant, an angel.....
don't make me explain...or qualify the grounding of our illusions but see it as metaphor.....and take instructions from the environment

isn't all life a metaphor???

anyways....

I step lighter knowing there is a being focused for our healing

A dance of care or sell
around the blatant core
i find the new recurrance
of the way we seek to sour
the birds are dipping close to mer
the sea sighs in sojourn
the All is watching as the shore
increases its return
all the fae
all the bright
all the beings bourn of light
watch and sigh
wonders why
we cannot find
ways to fly
give me once
a heart to sour
tell me all your dreams and more
hold me in your firmest stance
cycle 'round our ways to dance
colors white
colors blue
know i am the I that's U
kiss me once
kiss me twice
gno the magic
moves in thrice
all we knead to gno
a magic faery show

3:33...just came in from my little jaunt

forgot
it is tourist season at daytona...only 30 miles away but a soso ride with traffic
god how i long for the ocean
been away too long from Mer
the everydayâs set in so
talked with her a bit
we are sisters
she and i talked about giea
even though she (Giea)listened
mostly about girl things
she gave me a few ideas for some new paintings
i asked her why her gates have all these parking lots
steel sentinels gazing out toward her depths
they don't respect her
oilin and pissin and treading all over her pristine sands
and all her daughters and sons
preening and stroking their flesh with oils
some others
like me
all dressed warm and shivering in the 60 degree winds
snow birds standing almost naked in their pretended worshiping
Mer knows my ache and longing
still present in the dream that never sleeps
funny how dark glasses makes one feel invisible
maybe i was
i walked bearfoot in her foam like tentacles
had to chase a few of them
low tide , you know
i wore all white
and a white vest used in ritual a long time ago
roses on the pockets
i prayed
and laughed
and wanted to shout but
didn't want to scare the children
heehee
thought about beauty
and vanity
and conceit
how i used to strut nearly naked
and say to my lovers
"Love me for my beauty"
and they did for a while
i used to wonder if they knew
the millions of women that they slept with
when they came to me
then i would say to my lovers
"Love me as I love you"
they would look at me as a deer might
as the trigger is about to snap
...........and flee
then i would ask my lovers
"Meet me at heaven's gate"
but they never showed
so now as beauty fades
and fear has no place
and pristine sand is so far beneath the surface..
i ask my knowing lovers
"Let me love you. You have no need to touch...or run...
or even meet me at heaven's gate
just permit me to love."
Mer laughed heartily at all my musings
and said
"this love you feel ...
what do you do with it"
i said
"i create"
"ahh "
she said
"than you DO know the Goddess"
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stellar migration faint stirrings of the mundane feather breezes in n on the winds of change ruffling shuddering flapping flapping flapping wings as if to shake some unseen core reminder of a place to be pacing pacing pacing stirring more momentum faint far callings in the caws n honks from traffic in dark distant skies cold shivers in my back form arches coaxing present form to stretch n lift again some nameless blind relentless pattern of the soul’s imaginings now bend blend bond n bind this vessel far above the fears of winds n tides lifting spreading glowing lapis shades in further flights beyond the stars as seed upon the solar winds submitting to these thermals of creation’s whim just one of countless lovers of all times to bee

blurs of sand and loosened limb
fare well within the cyclic rise of Eden
ha
that is
fare well as doom and drum
the residue of change and tide
that bore
the vessel worn and mossed
upon the banks of Dunbar
active elements of all we see

the Sea
She
rise She up the haunches to the shore
and shamelessly display
the barnacles and wounds
from storms of misdirections
compassed by confusion
fused and sent to silent solace by the Muse
massive starbird best
to clumsy verge of rest
the Vessel sleeps

i've seen the Hammer of the Gods
a blatant bully of the Light
and watched the children scatter to the winds
seeding vast expanse at any cost
fair gold exchanged
the lining all across the
seam of ridges
in the deep

St. Branden gnos
the vision
on other sides and from above
its talons reach into her waves
and form a bedding
for the wounded whales or dolphins
all across the sand

such talons of the sandy shore
once more carress its fortunate captive
staring at Her eyes in sleep
knowing that
the vessel's dreams are but
the visions of labyrinths

and there
aside this massive form
beside the dream
... a child
with but a paper cup
building yet another castle
for the coming dream of Unicorns