Mother Wisdom

Reflections of the unseen.

water under caved

To revise knowing itself, inverting worlds without end, you passed your liquid form easily between solid and mythic, seen and unseen, sacred and profane, in constant devotion.

First there was the Word, and you transformed what they took as given into what was not yet understood, with such deft agility that you were forbidden to teach. You continued invisibly to your invisible audience, understanding that your censors didn’t know how to look.

You saw no Eve, only Ave, and in her humility, no mortification, only the merit of a queen reigning over wisdom, co-creator with creation, who became a bird when needed for the purpose of the miracle.

You watched her fool the imagists, passing their censorious eyes by assuming the appearance of a vessel, passive and waiting for another will to be done, and you put a pen in her hand, beheld wisdom running from the fonts at her feet, made her dean of the house of intellect, reigning over the archangels, the non-humans, the insignificant wonders everywhere.


Inspired by the life and work of Juana Inés de la Cruz whose legacy defies categorization, except as representative of one of the most brilliant visionaries in recorded history. 

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

2 thoughts on “Mother Wisdom”

  1. Dear Stacey, I’m so sorry I haven’t had a chance to do anything but briefly read your posts the last couple of days, but not left comments yet. I’ve been up to my eyes in decorators, carpet fitters, builders etc., for the last two days. All that, and having had my hair cut at home this evening. I’m now totally exhausted, and poor Peanut is very stressed by all the commotion. All will become evident when I eventually find the time to write my next post. In the meantime, please know I haven’t forgotten about you and your excellent way with words. I will catch up with you properly in a day or two. I hope you will understand as I know you will do. I’m going to have an early night now, and have to face another day of chaos tomorrow. I’ll be glad when it’s all over! My love to you, my friend. Ellie xx 💜🌼💙

    1. Friend, I hope you never worry over this again! It always makes me smile to hear from you. This all sounds very tiring, and I look forward to hearing/ reading more in your next post. Wishing you and Peanut some much-needed rest! xoxo. Love.

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