and the Matrix of creation was Love….

Then creation recognized its Creator
in its own forms and appearances.
For in the beginning, when God said, “Let it be!”
and it came to pass, the means and the Matrix of creation was Love,
because all creation was formed through Her as in the twinkling of an eye.

                      220px-Venus_von_Willendorf_01                                    The Holy Spirit as Sapientia St. Hildegard von Bingen

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Ink On My Face and Hands .:. by Kazi Nazrul Islam

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Ink On My Face, Ink On My Hands
by Kazi Nazrul Islam
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there’s ink on my hands, ink on my hands
ink on my face, Goddess
the neighbors laugh
my education amounts to nothing …
I see “ShyaMa” in the letter “M”
and Kali in the letter “K”
and I dance and clap my hands
only my tears multiply when my eyes
see the black marks in the times-tables
I love not the alphabet’s shades of sound
your beautiful black is not among them
but Goddess, in the leaves in the forest
in the waters of the sea and in the sky
I can read every word you write
let them call me illiterate.
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Kazi Nazrul Islam was the National Poet of Bangladesh
he was both a Sufi and a Shakta and venerated Fatima and Kali as theaphanies of the Great Goddess in his poetry and song
he makes extensive use of wordplay to bring out the subliminal connections between the visual language alive in words and makes references to the cross-cultural Hurufi mystery tradition that has survived in certain Sufi communities
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poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/I/IslamNazrul/index.html