revisit the cosmos

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The eternal loom spins the immaculate word. The word forms the pulp and sinew of innocence. A newborn cries as the cord is severed, seeming to extinguish memory of the miraculous. Thus we are condemned to stagger rootless upon the earth in search for our fingerprint on the cosmos.

William Blake never let go of the loom’s golden skein. The celestial source stayed bright within him, the casts of heaven moving freely in his sightline. He was the loom’s loom, spinning the fiber of revelation; offering songs of social injustice, the sexual potency of nature, and the blessedness of the lamb. The multiple aspects of woven love.

His angels entreat, drawing him through the natural aspects of their kingdom into the womb of prophecy. He dips his ladle into the spring of inspiration, the flux of creation.

~Patti Smith

what is never expected is fresh perspective from divine doubt…

inquiry for today~   how are your metaphorical angels lifting you up?

the fierce edge of uncertainty

It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.

~William Blake

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