Slaughterhouses of the Soul.

Denise Adaya Marcel.

"As long as there are slaughter houses, 

there will always be battlefields...", says Tolstoy

However long we forget their sovereignty, 

we will be forgotten. 

Where we go we go together, 

as above, so below. 

Remember who THEY are 

so you can remember who YOU really are. 

We are ALL children of The Creation. 

We are ALL precious in the sight of The ALL! heart emoticon

Ask where the "soul" resides, 

you will find it in LOVE.

No Love, no soul. 

Love Abides.....all else is chaff.

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Mother Wisdom Speaks- 

Poem by Christine Lore Weber

Some of you I will hollow out.

I will make you a cave.

I will carve you so deep the stars will shine in your darkness.

You will be a bowl.

You will be the cup in the rock collecting rain.

I will hollow you with knives.

I will not do this to make you clean.

I will not do this to make you pure

You are clean already.

You are pure already.

I will do this because the world needs the hollowness of you.

I will do this for the space that you will be.

I will do this because you must be large.

A passage.

People will find their way through you.

A bowl.

People will eat from you.

And their hunger will not weaken them to death.

A cup to catch the sacred rain.

My daughter, do not cry.

Do not be afraid.

Nothing you need will be lost.

I am shaping you.

I am making you ready.

Light will flow in your hollowing.

You will be filled with light.

Your bones will shine.

The round open center of you will be radiant.

I will call you brilliant one.

I will call you daughter who is wide.

I will call you transformed.