My master is like a drop of water

Who has the power to draw to him

The entire sea

And when the sea reaches the drop

The drop becomes the sea

And the sea becomes the drop


I am my master

A drop in the sea of consciousness




It is the master

Who awakens

Within his disciple

As his master


Christ is my master


St. Luke 6:40

“The disciple is not above his master; but every one that is perfect shall be as his master.”



Fallen Angel

I have fallen
To my master’s feet

Those that walk
On this earth

Those who have
Carried me
Over the threshold
Of time



Like a magician

Truth is the master of illusion

I hail the master

Who has revealed the truth to me

I hail the truth

For the truth has set me free




We do not serve the mind

We serve the Spirit


The mind is our servant

The Spirit is our master


The mind likes to think

It is in control

But Spirit trumps the mind


The mind is a worthy adversary

But no match for the Spirit


Mother of All Living

She is the mother

Of all living

But has never been born


She is the source

Of everyone

Who has ever lived


We can all trace our line

Back to our mother

And our father

In the garden

These two are one


She is never without

Her master, her lord,

Her husband

Always by his side

There cannot be

One without the other


So that which has never been born

Has given birth to all living

But she has no life of her own


She takes on the form of all living

The form and the formless

She and her husband


Genesis 2:18

“…It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a help meet for him.”