Reclaim Mary Magdalene’s most radical act—her stillness. This post invites you into a meditative vigil practice that mirrors her presence at the tomb and opens a gateway to real inner transformation.
Yes, Tara — what a wonderful comparison. Or Quan Yin, one of my favorites. Thanks for bringing up your May 9 article about Tara. It’s a beautiful article & I enjoyed reading it again. Women these days don’t usually think of themselves as (potential) Bodhisattvas! 🕉️ Also, thanks for adding the meditation practice for Mary’s vigil. 🧘🏻♀️
Perhaps Mary Magdalene could have been a Bodhisattva in human form, to be a companion to Jesus, one who could understand his spiritual mission.
Or maybe a manifestation of Tara
https://www.virginmonkboy.com/p/the-magdalene-tara-stream-a-dzogchen-transmission-for-the-end-of-time
I’m sorry I had forgotten about your Tara article. I’m so tired from preparations for moving, my brain is fried.
Yes, Tara — what a wonderful comparison. Or Quan Yin, one of my favorites. Thanks for bringing up your May 9 article about Tara. It’s a beautiful article & I enjoyed reading it again. Women these days don’t usually think of themselves as (potential) Bodhisattvas! 🕉️ Also, thanks for adding the meditation practice for Mary’s vigil. 🧘🏻♀️
Let us all work on becoming an enlightened being without end.
🌸Not too much work — just love & kindness!🔥
So,
This speaks to the me I see
With eyes closed
I sit, silent. Physically still.
In a room, walls made of stone. Maybe a castle keep, a tower.
The light of one candle
My heart at times on fire
All this that you've written
Burns me with sacred fire
And I feel peace
The love all consuming.
Waiting at the tomb of love
trusting that love
can be resurrected,
that somehow all this
has not been in vain,
that I am not the author
of these words but only
one trumpet among legions
in a hidden family of prophets
who are rising from the
ground like mushrooms
growing amid stones
the empire refused
and cast into the valley
of refuse where the
voice of love gathers the
bones together to assemble
a new body of starchildren
anointed by their own tears
and synchronized into the
mycelium theopneusticated
by their desperate poetry
that Yeshua and Miriam
could return in a thousand
different bodies of lovers
who embody the divine
mystery of Shiva and Shakti
whose eternal gaze of love
is the core creative act
within all things just like
the breath of the world
and his consort the body.
That was deep, hope filled, written with YOUR poetry & very appreciated 💟
Thanks!