Sunday Service ~ Let It All Wash Away
Art by Jana Brike
Nuit , Queen of Infinite Space
She represents the All, pure potentiality both as it flowers into the physical universe and as it resides beyond embodiment.
" I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset. i am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky."
"Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!" (AL I:12)
Our energy is a work of Art in itself.
Thinking of you inspires something
in me which only the conjuring of a Magician dares to do.
My thoughts constantly drift back to you.
Wanting to nestle my nose in your wild hair like a bird safe in its nest.
You feel like home to me.
of this sunny weather,
the storms of life roll thru
& take things away in an instant.
The mind slips sweetly
& a limb is rendered useless.
the Crutch that a person becomes
as you slowly lean
like the tower of Pisa,
distributing more & more weight upon this easy feeling
until you can no longer
on your own two feet,
…or the whole thing collapses from leaning in on each other.
I’ve experienced this beautiful
wrecking ball before
& am well acquainted
with the demolition team
who always leaves
a disgusting mess behind.
While I alone
am the clean up crew,
s l o w l y
piecing the parts of myself back together,
adding a fresh coat of paint
over all the rust & cracks hiding beneath
Pretending to be something shiny & new
I have been many colors in this lifetime, wielded many coats
& worn many faux finishes
So I continue,
rigorously training myself
in the Art of Unattachment
while my heart aches to paint itself
into the picture of another’s soul.
I always pick up the paint brush, holding a beautiful vision,
but later look back
at a pile of tarnished canvases of muddy colors & unfinished works.
The whole time I know the answer is to focus on finishing
My Own Masterpiece
but collaborations bring more depth, playing off each other’s energies
until new colors are created,
I get consumed by the fiery orange & red hues the heat of being in your presence generates.
Until I find myself again,
in the bleak blue-grey rain of the Storm that this Art of Love brings down.
So I seek shelter
In my busy-ness
In my hermitude
While I pick at the cracks in the coats of paint
& reminisce in the colors I’ve seen birth through myself
Whilst from the comfort of my
self-confinement I online shop for paint thinner
& desperately search for blank canvases which are sold-out on every site I find.
~ A. Gold
We dare not thwart Her Going, Goddess she! We arrogate no right upon Her will; we claim not to deflect Her development, to dispose of Her desires, or to determine Her destiny. She is Her own sole arbiter; we ask no more than to supply our strength to Her, whose natural weakness else were prey to the world’s pressure. Nay more, it were too zealous even to guard Her in Her Going; for She were best by Her own self-reliance to win Her own way forth!
We do not want Her as a slave; we want Her free and royal, whether Her love fight death in our arms by night, or Her loyalty ride by day beside us in the Charge of the Battle of Life.
”Let the woman be girt with a sword before me!”
”In her is all power given.”
by Aleister Crowley, excerpted from “The Law is for All”
Art by frank frazetta
She stands in the thick midst of a serene stillness,
soundlessly shrouded by the coy clouds of the short solstice night,
holding steady the reflection of a mystic light in her intense gaze…
The stars stared back at her speaking silently.
She wallowed in their wordless wonders while the moon sang a song to the sea that could only be heard by the ears of imagination.
~A. Gold, Secrets of the Solstice