Sophia, sophia

I believe in existence, the root of which is love.

I can see earth’s root, rooted in sophia. If our roots lie in the earth spheres lie in sophia.

I have this vision of the woman I love. I sit there looking at her sitting there. The earth in her thighs, the gnostic universe, statues, columns, lightning across her deep eyes.

She is real and love is real, sitting right before me.

Forever surrounds us, inwardly a deep canyon, the earth etched with her starry realm in my mind.

The essence that awakens

As if fused to my eye, my soul, trying to capture her beauty, which is to write, to crown her with blessings she deserves.

The universe is life. Death the roof. Through the lines in the gnostic universe all points converge- you goddess! I saw your crown and your throne, as if you were sophia herself. Light electric hospital night.

The post covid horde turns

Anything to hurt

Against which, angels protect me, no longer scared of my empathic ability, I know “the secret of essences” the vision of G-

My longing my vision

My essence is my dream

My dream is of life and love on earth

Angels on my journey awake me:

I see sophia essence everywhere

Cal Kalve