The Sacred is before you
And you reach for the remote -
Moving from the immediate and true
To the fantasy you wish were,
Or the fear that titillates.
No wonder your world rocks
With bomb blasts,
And deep, internal rumblings.
No wonder you seek for salvation
In every novelty
And toss away the wisdom of the ages.
You while away the time in talk of this and that.
Wars and idols, politics and entertainment
Fill you up
And leave you empty.
And all the while,
The Sacred waits.
If not now –
When the breath stops
And the light within the eyes goes out
You will face the Sacred
In the moment of the Now,
Here is the bliss of the Eternal,
The everbrimming cup of joy
That is the great adventure undertaken
Every moment is the Now,
Every movement is the dance with the Beloved.
Sacred is the whole,
And sacred every part
Within the sacred heart of Living Deity.
Death and Life are one
Dancing the dance of the Divine.
About The Eye of the Crone
The perspective shared here is one that comes from decades of experience, study, and personal unfoldment. It is ultimately the result of an unexpected spiritual awakening that occurred in 1971, by which a foolish young woman touched Wisdom, and became a dedicated student of the Divine Being.