Walking silently
she felt the warmth of his radiance
And mistaking it for something else
she wove him into the very fabric of her existence.
Until one day, he left
And with him her Joy.
They call it idolatry
replacing the love for God
with the love of a mortal
But spirit comes in many forms.
The maya was in believing he lived outside of her
When loving remember this sacred truth:
As above, so below
As within, so Without
Zorya says: Forget the form of your own projections
Simply love life.
The poetry, musings and weirdness of a Goddess Warrior on a quest of Magick, Mystery and the Human Spirit. Armed with wisdom from gurus, mystics and rainbow spirits world-wide, as well as her own crocked and inspired experiences, she shares the trials and tribulations of awakening consciousness through day-to-day life.
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