Have you heard the songs of silence in the dreaming dark abyss? The voice of God the Breath of Spirit, in the dreaming dark abyss? Whispering softly of the dream of ages?

Have you heard the songs of silence within the chambers of your Heart? The awakening sleeper held in Sacred embrace reachin out his hand...

Have you heard the songs of silence and danced within the golden glow of flame? The spiralling serpentine motion of kundalini rising. The opening of the seven gates of man. A living channel betwixt the Heavens and the Earth.

Have you heard the songs of silence and cried tears of joy or pain? For Love's embrace or swift depart. For the endless echo of Time.

Have you heard the songs of silence in the cycles of the earth? Of birds in flight, or the gentle caress of the wind. Of the sailing of the Sun and Moon, or the Stars dancing in the night sky. Of a baby's cry, or the lapping of the sea against the shore.

Have you heard the songs of silence?

Listen.....Listen. To the rhythmic beating of your heart; to the rush of hot, pulsing blood, to the vey fire within your center.

There. There lays the Eternal flame, spark and seed of the Divine.

Have you heard the songs of silence? Listen. Listen....

---Sorcha Andrada

I have lived for two thousand years. An age spent in the sacred silent heart of the earth.

I watch. A sentinnel for the gates of change. A God encased in the seasons of the Earth, both timeless and eternal.

I stand, a channel between the sky of heaven, and the rock of earth. A living temple ringed with ancient wisdom.

The wind blows among my limbs whispering, caressing like a phantom Lover. I, in turn, whisper back the secrets of the ages to be carried forever to any who will listen.

Come. Take your rest at my root. You are held. Safe. In this timeless and perfect moment, touch the Divine. Not with your mind, but with your heart. Enter the utter stillness where none pass without invitation.

Blessed are you whose lives are like but a day. Open your eyes and See. For even in our fall, does the residue of immortality dwell.

Sequoia grove, 2001 Sorcha Andrada

Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set, may rise again But if once we lost this light Tis with us perpetual night

Ben Johnson

In what deep or distant skies burnt the fire of thine eyes

On what wings dare he aspire, What the hand dare seize the fire?

William blake

Let Love be the gate beloved and enter the light leave the past behind, do not think of the future Become the moment, everlasting Life

Let Love be the gate beloved and open your heart Silence the mind and slay the spectre of fear Breathe deep of honey scented golden air

Let Love be the gate beloved and touch the Divine Dive deep to the radiant core where two become one and experience the maddening bliss of Union The mystical marriage, the alchemical wedding

Let Love be the gate beloved Transcend the dream and desire

Let Love be the gate beloved Surrender to the ecstatic fire

Let Love be the gate beloved Let Love be the gate Beloved, Be Love

--Sorcha Andrada

The Tribe gathers as the Sun sails beneath the horizon Secrets felt but rarely seen rise in the cold, dark of sacred circle cast

A spark bursts into Being. The center, the heart Fire Mages and Magicians, one in their intent Birth the flame with divine breath

Drummers gather to the call Dancers gather to the call

Around the circle, the rattle track is laid. With gentle stacatto sound, the energy begins to raise; Up to the heavens and down to the earth It ebbs and flows Woven surely into the silvered web, time flows Brilliant diamond starllight fades unto the bluing of the sky

Drums sing out in thundering rhythm, listen to the call Many feet around the fire tread weaving the ecstatic dance Unfettered from the chains that bind, Dance, Sing, Chant, Drum, Transform

Enter the dreamtime. Journey deep within the crystal prism heart of the Dragon, and draw down the heavenly fire. Burning. Bright. Flame.

Within the crucible, illusions of reality turns to ash And visions rise like the Phoenix, on gilded wings of gold

The Sun rises, putting end to dark night. As the radiant orb crests over slumbering mountain peaks The long held breath of Earth rises as the mist. Silence falls; broken only by the song of the fire

We gaze, one upon another Our sacred breath as one, sink slowly down to the earth Ground, center

Creatures of Magick, we are born within the forge of our making while our shining souls take flight Astride wings of flame

--Sorcha Andrada

If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, Lift your face and say, Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightsky, climb up on the roof and dance and say Like this?

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is, or what "God's fragrance" means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close. Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image about clouds gradually uncovering the moon, slowly loosen, knot by knot, the strings of your robe. Like this?

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead, don't try to explain the miracle. Kiss me on the lips. Like this. Like this....

I am a sky where the spirits live. Stare into this deepening blue, while the breeze says a secret. Like this.

--Rumi (Coleman Barks)