A gnostic response

But, let the rule of the Oracles be here prescribed for us, viz. that we shall establish the truth of the things spoken concerning God, not in the persuasive words of man’s wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit-moved Power

Dionysius,
Last word is meant as small caps power of Theologians,
I dont think we require that
Glory be to your God or my goddess, g,
❤️

The wind in its long and short meter, bursts coming and going, echoes,

Sound of its song,  too long, for my comprehension, my mortal soul,

Plays along, changes course and understanding.

In its beautiful, winding, mysteriously

Going forward, reaching within its rhythmic

Question mark expression, I follow, led along,

In excitement, embarking, on a rhythm,

On a breeze full of wonder, set sail, for

A green place of hills, pools, black caves: woman.

Love leads the way, I follow on whims

Of my mortal heart, cast of spell, sealed,

Would seem forever, question mark, full stop.

A woman, dark and beautiful, spoke of love

And s and m seemed to me evil, but was not, my heart it

Stopped questioning, and my mortal soul, it cared not.

To know her is my gift from the wind,

Of all else, life death, I care not, my mortal

Soul, it praises the wind, of love it follows.

Wind blows from life to life, caring

For each mortal soul of us, and bearing gifts, the

Higher music, within all life, within us, hears it and loves.