the dust of whose feet are the hosts of heaven,
I who am the beauty of the green earth
and the white moon among the stars
and the mysteries of the waters,
I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me.
for behold—all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals.
power and compassion,
honor and humility,
mirth and reverence within you.
And you who seek to know Me,
know that your seeking and yearning will avail you not,
for if that which you seek,
you find not within yourself,
you will never find it without.
For behold, I have been there with you from the beginning,
and I am that which is attained at the end of desire.
—Doreen Valiente, 1942
You yourself, everything that you see,
The star nations all over the universe you have finished.
The day, and in that day, everything you have finished.
that you may hear the voice I send.
You towards where the sun goes down, behold me;
You where the White Giant lives in power, behold me!
whence come the daybreak star and the day, behold me!
You in the depths of the heavens, an eagle of power, behold!
you who have shown mercy to your children.
Hear me, four quarters of the world—
a relative I am!
Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand,
that I may be like you.
With your power only can I face the winds.
and walk the good road to the day of quiet.
This is my prayer; hear me!
The voice I have sent is weak,
yet with earnestness I have sent it.
It is finished. Hetchetu aloh!
—Oglala Sioux, 1930
The Goddess falls in love with Herself, drawing forth her own
It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry.
It’s all like a dream.
Everything is ecstasy, inside.
We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known
that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
Close your eyes,
let your hands and nerve-ends drop,
stop breathing for 3 seconds,
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world,
and you will remember the lesson you forgot which was taught in
immense milky ways
of cloudy innumerable worlds
long ago and not even at all.
It is all one vast awakened thing.
I call it the golden eternity.
It is perfect.
– Jack Kerouac