The Sacred Work

The Sacred Work

is the work for which

you were born.

It is that which

is encoded in you

in every fiber of being

that houses your

bright spirit.

If you listen

it will call to you

from the inside.

Asking, calling,

even begging

for you to release

it from its cage

of reason.

Of logic.

Of acting normal.

Getting it right.

Waiting for ‘ready’.

If you listen it

is knocking from

the door inside.

Do you know

where that door is

upon which

is written

your holy name?

The name that

belongs to the part

of you that knows

who you are?

The name you

struggle with

or don’t dare to say

out loud?

For fear of being

hurt, or heard?

Healer.

Teacher.

Leader.

Changemaker.

Priestess.

Artist.

Poet.

Storyteller.

Wayshower.

Guide.

Curandera.

Cantadora.

Medicine woman.

Writer.

Shaman.

Seer.

Dreamer.

The time has come,

even today.

For those who are able

to rise into the work

called

sacred.

If you feel anxiety,

fatigue, if you wonder

what it is all about.

If you wonder when your

time will come.

There is only one thing

I know that is the remedy

for this over-culturation

that keeps us captured

from our soul’s deepest song.

It is this:

To declare your sacred work.

– Shiloh Sophia ♥

via Yellow-magnetic Seed @Facebook.

Advertisements

Alpha/Omega

For I am the first and the last

I am the venerated and the despised

I am the prostitute and the saint

I am the wife and the virgin

I am the mother and the daughter

I am the arms of my mother

I am barren and my children are many

I am the married woman and the spinster

I am the woman who gives birth and she

who never procreated

I am the consolation for the pain of birth

I am the wife and the husband

And it was my man who created me

I am the mother of my father

I am the sister of my husband

And he is my rejected son

Always respect me

For I am the shameful and the magnificent one

Hymn to Isis, Great Mother of All

Third or Fourth Century B.C.

Discovered in Nag Hammadi

via Facebook.