Reflections

Hecate William Blake (1757– 1827) O Féminin O Vierge Au regard amoureux Imperturbablement asexué O Mammifère Qui déborde de lait et de sang sa générosité maternelle Paradoxalement vorace O Prostituée Soumise à la volonté de puissance de l’homme élu Médaille d’honneur, honneur vaincu O Amante Nourrice Déesse Cloaque O Reposoir Viens! Manifester Qui tu es Chacune Femme particulière Toi! Que ton destin soit Ni cela Ni cela Ni cela

The Briar Wood Edward Coley Burns-Jones 1833-1898 The Prince makes his way through the briar patch growing around the castle that had denied entry to others before him. He is the hero that intends his fortune, the Prince that manifests his Princess, bound by a vow, not to her but to the Light within himself, the only beacon that he needs. For he is Love. The bramble is tangled and spiny like a wrathful Castellan. It jealously guards the red rosebud that will open inside the grand delusion wherein everyone sleeps. For she is Wisdom and she too was intended to unfold under the right conditions. The Princess thrilled to the wheel. She couldn’t help it, she was young. And as the spinning faltered at her touch so she buckled and fell, piercing herself with forgetting. Exiled but undying was her curse and blessing. And now the Prince has endured and in enduring found what in faith he knew was always there. The two are conjoined in The Kiss. And as the wheel is set on its axle once ...