Rhea/Anna Perenna/Ides Of March

The Ides of March. This date is famous as that on which Julius Caesar was assassinated in 44 BCE. It is also a holy day of Rhea, Greek goddess of the earth, mother of Zeus, and an aspect of the Great Mother. Traditionally, river sprites or nymphs are acknowledged on the Ides of March.

The Pagan Book Of Days, Nigel Pennick

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On the Beach At Night Alone — Walt Whitman
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.

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All That Has Never Yet Been Spoken — Rainer Maria Rilke

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for

may for once spring clear
without my contriving.

If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.

Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,

streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.

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“Keep in mind: know that deeper sense of Self that’s really there waiting to be recognized.” — T.S.

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