I oft' think my heart quite dark, But there is yet a spark; Of Shiva, Saturn's cart Which lovely play their part. Yet there are some of those Hearts not of Shiva's clothes That make Ginnungagap wee » Continue Reading
Satan may play the fiddle, But this verse is not a riddle, Through life we spar with Satan's hand, Yet we all end up returned to sand, » Continue Reading
When I look upon the sky I see your face, In the eyes of my beloved I feel your grace, As the birds cry out I hear your providence, It's been so long I need no evidence, The one who they call One, I know it to be true Treading through the mountain dew, » Continue Reading
From where did you come, great Mother? Could you have ever been another? Was it always destined to be? Are you all that we see? Oh great mother of all things, Are you the maker of all great kings? From where do you come, infinite one? » Continue Reading