O, Great Goddess Isis
The One who is All, The Giver of Life
Goddess of Motherhood and Fertility

Hear my cry.

Free me from the bonds of my past.
Allow me success in love and life.
As I burn these remnants of my past,
Cleanse my soul and purify my heart.
I sacrifice my memories unto you.
I give you that which has caused me pain,
And wish for you to remove it from me.
Allow me freedom in my life.
Bless me with love and happiness.
Break the chains that bind me.
Please, grant me my desires.
Give me happiness in love,
hope in life.
Erase all past transgressions.
Free me from my judgement,
and the scorn of others.
My servitude is yours.
Please, cleanse and purify everything of mine.
My past, my present, my future.
Let me bathe in your light,
As you cleanse my soul.
Allow your grace to rain down upon me.
Set me free!
O, Goddess Isis
Give me freedom
Give me success
Give me love
Allow your grace and love to penetrate my entire being
Allow your light to shine in my life.
Thank you Goddess Isis,
Thank you Mother Hera,
Thank you Lady Aphrodite,
For all things great you have done and will do for me.
I honor your presence,
And request only freedom and happiness.
Bless You Great Goddess Isis
My gratitude is yours.

Goddess Isis Prayer

Poem by: Megwyn White
Read by: Megwyn White

In the napalm
Of emotional storms
Love warms the 
Subatomic structure
Of soul to reflect
It's black wholeness 
Eyeing outer parts 
To the find the center spark
Still, Calm, and Breathing...
Based on what I see
The time to be is NOW
To implode as you explode
Only to find "out"
Existence IS emptiness 
Oscillating form
Into action
That is...
Amor.



Naked Heart

Your Core
By: Megwyn White

Your Core
Is the *essence* of the rock you stabalise
It is the mountain of your being 
Crystallized in presence 
To either stand tall
And 'peak' like a mountain
Or suffer the loss in measure
To sink...
Like a valley
And criss-cross the other *out* or IN 
To this beautiful landscape
A painting 
Made of the architecture
And the texture
Of interaction
In that maze called love
Catching the light of the moon, 
The stars 
The universe 
As it echoes afar 
And feels the other 
As mecca 
As molecule
Dancing about
The dark side of our cavernous 
Path to freedom
Called to
Peek within. 

Your Core

Epitome- Jim Clark

"Five Oceans of Hope"
A Poem by Jim Clark (c) 2014
Once upon a time was born a universe from the womb of the potential of its own self-sufficient imagination.
Once upon a time... in that fertile crucible of the possibility of everything that could ever be
Were born a billion, billion galaxies made of a billion, billions stars shining in infinite night skies.
Once upon a time.... in one particularly milky way, from the forge of a spinning golden sphere of fire
Were born smaller spinning globes of rock, gas, ice and lightning, a bejeweled necklace 'round that sun.
Once upon a time.... on the child third closest to the mother fire, water staked its flowing, wet claim and so
Were born, as the millennia passed, five briny oceans, five mothers to all life this Earth has ever known.
A mother before time births a universe who births galaxies who births stars who births planets 
who has birthed our great world-spanning sea of five oceans as the original womb of all that is living today. 
Five mothers - Mother Pacific, Mother Atlantic, Mother Indian, Mother Arctic, and Mother Antarctic, mothers each and all.
Five sisters to their brothers of the troubled land, five daughters to a billion years of rain, five lovers to all that can be loved.
Five Mothers, Five Sisters, Five Daughters, Five Lovers.... five oceans of beauty, five oceans of pain.
Pain from stupidity, apathy, irrationality, illogic, absurdity, madness, idiocy, unreason, and, so, so much systemic greed.
Pain from the rapacious, selfish, covetous, gluttonous, grasping, guzzling, insatiable, voraciousness of a naked ape.
Pain from the oily sheen we leave on waves we sail from place to place as we once swung from tree to tree.
These seas are rising, rising from this pain... weeping acidic tears burning away a future that may no longer be. 
How can we mistreat, disrespect, or show anything less than unconditional love for our five oceans? 
Do we ever want to imagine a sentence that begins, 'Once upon a time long ago when the oceans were alive....?'
Five Mothers, Five Sisters, Five Daughters, Five Lovers.... five oceans of liquid beauty, five oceans of slowly dying pain.
And yet only one chance left to undo our damage, to finally use our conscience as our weather vane. 
Five Mothers, Five Sisters, Five Daughters, Five Lovers.... five oceans of struggle, five oceans of climate change.
Five oceans of hope for a better destiny, five oceans of willingness to offer our hearts in exchange.

Five Oceans of Hope     By: Jim Clark

Open Hand Offering

Poem by: Megwyn White
Music by: Selva De Mar, Petra 

We are the touchstone 
Of that kiss
Of where touching lives
To witness our “is”-ness
As “we” the weave
Blanket our history
Through each morsel
Of  sensuality  
Woven together 
As a fired vessel
Bleeding to meet the heart
That connects us all
Both close and afar
We are *that* touch 
Within that kiss we love. 

- Megwyn White

We Are The Touchstone

Love is a wave 
Passing through the cavity of body 
Into the cave of mind
Treasures sunk 
And left un-drunk
Dream awake 
In the distant refrain
Of how we got here again
Nectar of earth 
Spirals through this 
Mental cradle 
Sutures stuck 
As the wheels of mind often
Contract us inward 
Distort the sigh 
Longing to feel the water's edges
The tears of life 
Breaking us open 
Into the banks and rivers 
Of salt that streams 
Into the awe of birth
To feel this map
From whence we came.

- Megwyn White

Love Is A Wave

Spontaneous and beautiful poetic reading from Kevin Locke on what it to be a woman. 

Kevin Locke - What It Is To Be A Woman

A reading done by Nitin Ron on the Salutation to the Dawn

Salutation To The Dawn-  Read by Nitin Ron

Music By: Sergey Cheremisinov
Poetry By: Megwyn White

SPACE AND ART

We are matter
Beyond the matter
We are a force to be matched
We need only find
Independent grace
Before we can flock
We are a universe
Unto itself
Looking for the intimacy
That constellates our query
And sets us up
For a fatal lesson
In love's *true* blessing
Each moment a kiss
Of quantum lips
Tasting our life
As supple stars
Between the epoch
Of space and art.

- Megwyn White

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