Author Description

"Unabashedly we do yearn, for the red star of her lips or for the white rose of her sweet tongue. Because our gnosis is a gnosis of the breath, and of the breath alone. The rhythms of her light and the subtle ways of her turning, are lost on all but the seeker and the one who searches through the patterns and the lattice, of the silver night skies. Gold is her royal color in the dawn, and a rich purple is no less her peerless vibrancy at the waning of day. She is really the mistress of light, and the invisible elusive seamstress of nature and of the natural world, in which we do play and in whom we do live, move and have our being. Hers is the fortitude of a finally founded belief. She draws us into mystery and memory and longing and, nearer and nearer, into true understanding and the embrace of a rich and living wisdom."