A Personal Gnosis

To Lady Black, who knows the truths we keep unlit,
who holds in her heart the treasures of the self:
Lady of Black, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lord Brown, who knows the peace of busy hands,
whose silence speaks where words could hold no meaning:
Lord of Brown, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lady Pink, who shines the light of love and kindness,
who holds us close in comfort and understanding:
Lady of Pink, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lord Purple, who knows of spirit and the sacred,
who tells of beauty in belief, of life in faith:
Lord of Purple, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lady White, whose realm is brilliant, cold and still,
whose power holds each moment ever pure, ever clear:
Lady of White, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lord Silver, who freely moves among all worlds,
who finds clarity in mystery, magic in nature:
Lord of Silver, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lady Green, whose feet are rooted in the deep earth,
who grants to us the pleasures of the body:
Lady of Green, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lord Blue, who knows the bliss of inspiration,
who guides the artist's hand, the dreamer's spirit:
Lord of Blue, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lady Red, who burns with the fire of life,
who kindles the passions within us, whose heart is full:
Lady of Red, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lord Orange, who sees the truth behind the mask,
merry one who knows change is life's only constant:
Lord of Orange, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lady Yellow, who knows the worth of hope and joy,
who grants us the will to see the good in all things:
Lady of Yellow, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

To Lord Gold, who touches us with grace and fortune,
who is the soul of good and honorable might:
Lord of Gold, be welcome in my heart and in my home.

With the help of Black I will open myself to myself.
With the help of Pink I will open my heart to love.
With the help of Silver I will open my mind to magic.
With the help of Blue I will open my eyes and see.
With the help of Green I will open my senses to the world.
With the help of Red I will open my heart to passion.
With the help of Orange I will open my mind and take joy in change.
With the help of Purple I will open my spirit to the universe.
With the help of Brown I will open my hands and work.
With the help of White I will open my eyes to innocence.
With the help of Gold I will open my mouth and speak.
With the help of Yellow I will open my arms to the possible.


Just a quick morning thought that I extended a bit. :)

I call to Gold, tooth of the lion, crown of
the king, light of the sun, glory beyond bearing,
beauty beyond understanding, you shine within
us. Through you we kindle our own flame, we light
our lamp, we warm our hearth; through you we discover
our own strength, we find our voice, we claim our might.
Grant us wisdom in our choices, grant us a kind heart
and a firm hand, grant us purpose and direction;
grant us the will, the desire, the character
to work for the good of all. Let us balance
with skill the trust and the doubt, the cleverness
and the integrity, to lead, to strive, to flourish.

I call to Green, Green of the wilderness, Green
of the fae, Green who gives much, who gives life, who gives
enough, for enough is all we need. Mother of all,
mother of mothers, you are abundance
and you are sufficiency, you are the soft grass
and the many-colored flowers of the field.
All that is new comes from you; all that flourishes,
all that thrives, all that live their lives are blessed by you.
You remind us of the joy that lies in plenty,
of the comfort in certainty--sure of warmth
in winter, sure of food when hungry, sure of love
when needed. As we grow our garden, we know you.

I call to Red, fire of life, fire of passion,
fire of fury, fire that burns bright, burns hot, that sears
the soul. All must be full, all must be whole, all must
be bright, and sharp, and harsh, and deep, all must be all.
To scream to the sky, to sing to the sea, you call
to the world to see itself as you do. Fire of love,
your glance ignites us, your breath scalds our skin,
your touch brands us as yours. Without your flame
we wither, without your heat we soon grow cold.
Many-splendored Red of the light and of the dark,
you are rage, you are pleasure, you are the firestorm,
you are the soul of the artist and the lover.

I call to Silver, force of transformation,
agent of change, ever a catalyst, ever
in motion, you make the unseen connection,
you stand at the crossroad, you see the end of
every path. Dreams are yours, and visions; mirrors true
and twisted, scattered cards and swift-strewn stones, still water
and smoke--the diviner and the magician
beg your favor, the seeker of secrets follows
your light. Change is always on the horizon,
always within our grasp, if we reach out our hand
to catch it, if we hold it tight and take it in;
if we do not, the chance--the change--is lost to us.

I call to White, clean and cold as soft new snow,
clear as sweet spring water, shining light of goodness
and kindness. Ice you are, a bridge crossing raging
rapids, providing safe passage over deadly water.
Ice you are, preserving the good, sheltering us
through the storm. Ice you are, pure and still, safe as
the womb, persistent as the glacier, bright as
the midnight sun. You cleanse what has become unclean,
you purge what has become impure, you liberate
the false and the corrupt from their blight, by their work
and their will they become free, and new, and restored
to their best selves. Yours is the gift of a clear heart.

I call to Black, friend of the self, friend of truth,
whose hand in our lives is ever-present, veiled or
made clear; whose guidance is at once firm and gentle,
whose wisdom is always within reach. You know
the longest journey leads through life, by paths uncertain
toward fates unguessed, each tale untold until its end.
The treasure of remembrance is yours, the memories
of things long gone, the resonance of lives well lived.
The unseen, the unknown, the undiscovered,
all are yours, all are prized no less for their darkness.
Above all truth is yours, the truth that must be found
within, bitter or sweet, in the heart and spirit.