Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan's blog: "My Poetry"

Hiding from the world, she takes off the mask, thankful to be alone at last. when out in the world, she pretends to be glad, although deep inside she is very sad. she puts on a mask so her fear won't show, wishing time would hurry so she could go. she looks at everyone and just smiles, she's been hiding behind the mask quite awhile. afraid to tell her true feelings because she is scared, to do something different that no one else has dared. she wonders why people are so hateful and mean, nobody knows what she has seen. going back home now, she takes off the mask, thankful once to again to be alone at last.

i am: creation stirring within the night of time, awaiting fulfillment- remembering my creator's kiss, awaiting fulfillment- mountains weathered down into grains of sand, tumbling across oceans of light, washing upon myriad shores- sacred vigils enfolded by pregnant shadows- eternity's insect-cadence heartbeat- rhythmic interludes of nightingale's serenade . . . i am: the voice of silence- the moon reflected through a thousand-thousand eyes- green hemoglobin rising through emerald temples into the sky- swimming through darkling currents- the dreamer of dreams- the green man's chlorophyll reverie- argus slain by hermes, cast into peacock's tail- osiris' fragments longing for isis' embrace- lord sycamore's precious blood oblation . . . i am: arthur revivified, stirring, awakening- prometheus unbound- hercules unchained- spartacus victorious- daedalus soaring- lord sky father of fathers, nexus portal guardian- lady gaia mother of mothers, gatekeeper of souls . . . i am: the alchemical marriage consummated, the hieros gamos- the unus mundus, the conjunctio oppositorum- the great work complete, the circle squared, the square circled, the eucharist offspring- i am you

exotic stars glide majestically around circles within circles. galaxies of suns and worlds and civilizations flowing into the nexus of cycles of aeons of centuries of days and hours and minutes and seconds. they are myriad grains of sand dropping through infinity's hourglass.

i know the way to nirvana, i follow my black cat, merlin who trails torpid fire-flies dancing dreamily through ethers some call reality. panther-topaz eyes pierce the veils, revealing celestial messengers sliding down crystal moonbeams, slowly spreading their satin wings over landscapes of longing. they pour out starlight from crystal vials whose sweet fragrance is a benediction mingling with woodland mists, wafting through lattice-gauze of storied tiers and lofty sentinels. whirlpools of dreams fade away into nothingness. fitful slumbers spasm into a single pulse of remembering, lifting hearts high upon its crest. dawn's genesis thaws the night, expectation quivers the atmosphere, a pastel chorus touches the horizon, a star is born, washing the sky, a world awakens. solar lions leap down into earth roaring their joy, shaking hilltops and valleys, fluttering eye-lids and hearts, a sleeper awakens. oh rampant emissaries of the light! seize my soul with your talons of fire! bear me, your prey, back to the hearth! hail! father helios and mother vesta! clothe me in your blinding raiment!

i am we are we are all we are all one we are all in one we are rays of infinity we are fractals of eternity we are facets of the one jewel we manifest the great intention we reflect light unto the firmament we are angles of geometry of divinity we are torches illuminating all of creation we kindle sacred fire in the universal heart we are hands of love raising up the holy sparks we infuse color and form unto the cosmic mandala we impart rhythm and definition unto the divine plan we vitalize myriad worlds evolving in the celestial matrix

The world awash with purity as bathed within a glow of pure perfection constantly, my dears, this is my goal. Within perfection's radiation how quickly would life raise to bestow benediction as in the early days. Purity is attainable by every one of you, just make your good sustainable, and let your Light shine through. Call love into your consciousness, your heart it's habitation, out picture then the happiness of purity's radiation. And let that glow out from you go to north, south, east and west, and you'll become a wondrous star of pure perfection's best.

Everything you've done and thought of and viewed Is stored in the DNA record in you. It will either confuse or further enlight With great stones of stumble or jewels of delight. It is not your culture nor status nor class That soon will distinguish you from the whole mass. It is not your wealth nor the labels you're showing But things that you learn and then make them your knowing. Your self-knowledge unlocks a universe vast Transcending the future, the present and past. So reach for the rung of your memory's light And climb to the stars on your ladder of life!

I will sing you a song now of freedom, Of the wonders of just being free, So at last you may know on which path you should go As you learn what it is just to be. For the real you is not just a mother, Nor a daughter, a sister or wife, And it isn't a sage or a worker for wage Nor the labels you wear throughout life. There are no roles that you must conform to, No pattern in which you must fit, No preordained slot, and like it or not, No reasons in life to submit! All the words in this life which describe you, And the titles that identify, Are simply man-made so that in life's parade Other people will know who walks by. All the rules that you have been obeying, Just unlearn them, and start off anew, For it isn't your goal to assume any role, But to find, and become the real you. Just release all the names that men gave you, And begin with your basic design. It's ok just to be, open up and you'll see That once free, then all else is sublime!

I Believe I believe for ev’ry drop of rain that falls, - a flower grows I believe that somewhere in the darkest night, - a candle glows I believe for ev’ryone who goes astray, - someone will come to show the way. I believe - I believe I believe above the storm the smallest prayer – will still be heard I believe someone in the great some where hears ev’ry word – ev’ry time. I hear a new-born baby cry, - or touch a leaf, - or see the sky, - Then I know why I believe! –