The Goddess Temple
THE GODDESS is alive in
Glastonbury, visible for all to
see in the shapes of the sacred
landscape. She is soft as the
rounded hills of Her body and
sweet as the apple blossom that
grows in Her orchards. Here Her
love enfolds us every day and
Her voice is always near, carried
on the wind, whispering
through the mists of Avalon.
Her Mysteries are as deep as
the Cauldron She stirs, taking
us down into Her depths and
lifting us up to Her heights. She
is our Source, our Inspiration
and our Love.
[niet zelfgeschreven.]
Glastonbury, visible for all to
see in the shapes of the sacred
landscape. She is soft as the
rounded hills of Her body and
sweet as the apple blossom that
grows in Her orchards. Here Her
love enfolds us every day and
Her voice is always near, carried
on the wind, whispering
through the mists of Avalon.
Her Mysteries are as deep as
the Cauldron She stirs, taking
us down into Her depths and
lifting us up to Her heights. She
is our Source, our Inspiration
and our Love.
[niet zelfgeschreven.]
04 apr 2007
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Misfit (opgeheven op 14-2-2012)
woensdag 04 april 2007 17:58
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