There comes a point, where you must discard the maps...

 The Greeks Proclaimed
"Mother Earth!"
"Father Sky!"

How many belief systems have been built upon these lies?

"The Sun, the father!"
"The Moon, the mother!"

Again, they seemed to get things all mixed together.

I have seen the Maiden of space.
Not from space,
OF space.

I have seen her,
Weaving her webs connecting the lights of space,
to the tops of twilight trees,
While SHE, was draped in her darkened veil of perfected velvet eternity.

Meanwhile the Earth,
truly, the Father of all,
both praises and punishes,
builds and destroys,
provides and foresakes,
yet somehow,
always pushing us,
to ever-greater heights.
In all HIS movements,
from great to small,
HE is always, completely still within.

..And then as night fades,
and the Sun rises again,
SHE replaces her sister of night.

In her stillness, she is always dancing,
always providing,
even when we are unable to perceive.
Layers and layers of magnificent dance,
Luscious light,
Pregnant with all possibility,
Abundant with life giving energy.
Bursts and Blooms,
Remember what happens at the speed of light.

The sacred masculine is always still, despite appearances of movement,
The divine feminine is always dancing, despite appearances of stillness.

She is always speaking, even in her silence.
He is always silent, even in his speaking.

Contemplate these things,
and discard them, just like all the other maps!
For this is only a draft of my own,
and the territory before me,
may not be before thee.

You must take your eyes and mind away from all the maps,
and place them once more upon the territory you find yourself.

There is a truth,
there,
just for you.

When you can remain aware
of what is both
inside and outside
of you.