In the Name of Sophia – Part Three

In the Name of Sophia

As the sun stands still
and light crowns the day,
let us remember Sophia
on whirling wings,
transcendent and dazzling,
Mother of the Universe.

Her hidden wholeness
is sought by many a poet,
who offer the only jewels
they possess, words,
words to birth the ancient
in a new time.

Betwixt and between,
a poet’s life is suspended
amid Heaven and Earth,
longing for flight,
yet anchored below
in the theatre of the soul.

Here, the archetypal
Anima and Animus
encircle the twelve stars
of Sophia’s fiery crown
and Her sparkling,
androgynous imagination.

As it was in the beginning
before the name-changing,
shape-shifting Sophia,
from whom all life arises,
fell from infinite light
into oblivion below.

Falling so deeply
that our gender divided,
we lost ourselves
as we searched in vain
for a soul-mate of opposite,
same or neither sex.

Forgetting that another
had grown within
our same mother’s womb,
the Sacred Androgen,
the one who waits unseen
behind the soul’s door.

So instead of advocating
that the surviving twin,
our natal gender,
should live and we should
let the other one go,
a reunion must follow.

Hail Sophia, ancient One
yet eternal youth,
She who put the sun,
moon and stars into orbit,
bless and awaken us
to the reality of Oneness.

In thy Divine mercy,
grant us the wisdom
to know the inner marriage,
so we may find peace,
as ancient wounds between
men and women heal.

Instead of being one half
searching for a magical other,
let us turn within to find
our missing wholeness,
let the radiance of Sophia
shine in us and through us.

Let us remember the name
of the ancient One,
who triumphantly overcame
the problem of the opposites,
the true cause of war
on the glory we call Earth.

For only then can the birth
of the authentic Self take place,
as the Divine Spark
lights a fire in our soul,
one that will burn for ever
and ever.

In robes of self-reflection,
let us seek out the story
hidden behind each scar,
let our inner, outer worlds
open to each other
on our gender journeys.

May all opposites
offer the world guidance,
return hidden wholeness,
for never has balance
been needed as much
as it is today.

May we see ourselves
as sacred mirrors,
reflections of Mother God,
echo the union between
the Divine Feminine
and Divine Masculine.

Let the spirit of Sophia
remove the darkness
from the spirit of the depths,
let light shine through matter,
so that we may see
our true Self shining back.

In the name of Sophia, 
let us undo the knot of sex,
transform our suffering
into an offering for others,
let us evoke the Great Mother
in the spirit of these times.

 

© Deborah Gregory 2021.

Image Credit: “Golden Sophia”  2012 – Oil on Panel, Daniel Mirante

This poem forms part of a much longer series which includes my four part Animus Diet, Divine Hermaphrodite and In the Name of Sophia essays and poems which are currently being gathered to create a new, third book later this year – Jungian Archives 

In my memory of my poetry-loving mother who died on Sunday, 9th May 2021.  May her soul rest in peace. 

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22 thoughts on “In the Name of Sophia – Part Three

  1. Dearest Deborah, Motherless Child on Earth, Mothered Woman in the Heavens,

    You’ve written a prayer I need to say over and over again. There’s not much I can add that hasn’t been said before in other powerful comments. Your words are filled with beauty and longing for Union. Your words are filled with Wisdom.

    As you might remember, I was with Marion Woodman when my mother died. Marion was my guide in the realms of Sophia. I couldn’t have been at a more perfect place to share mother-grief and ritual. There was no better place to let my personal mother go and release my unmet expectations and longing to be mothered.

    Never has balance been needed more in this precarious world. For all the pain it’s caused me, I know Vic’s death forced me to find the masculine within and find a new balance on my own. He’s still here in mysterious ways. Last night, dream Vic stood in my kitchen naked–witnessing me and the chaos of life in silence. His death forced me to seek an inner union–and I’m still working on it.

    “…let us evoke the Great Mother in the spirit of these times.” Sending you blessings and tenderness in this time of Soul transition, Your loving friend, Elaine

    1. Thank you so much Dearest Elaine, my loveliest of friends! Your wise remark a few days ago really put things into perspective for me as I couldn’t understand what I was doing in the early hours and days of my grief by trying to finish my “In the Name of Sophia” series, when weeping and raging were the order of the day until I understood that I was turning to the only “Mother” available and what a profound encounter with Sophia that turned out to be. A perfect place and way for me to “let my personal mother go and release my own unmet expectations and longing to be mothered”.

      Yes, it felt like a prayer as I wrote and wept! Oh, I love how in two short sentences you’ve summed my poem up … “Your words are filled with beauty and longing for Union. Your words are filled with wisdom.” I’m so thankful you were with Marion at the time of your own mother’s death, and sense that in being so, instantly knew the situation I was in. It’s interesting that I met you, Jeanie and Susan back in 2015, just months before my Animus Diet began in January 2016, all around the same time and thus consequently connected with you all at heart and quantum level immediately.

      On Jeanie’s “Partnership Profile” tool, my strongest archetypes are currently “Mother” and “Mediatrix” … both needed in my life’s work as psychotherapist and poet, let alone in my role as a mother, wife, neighbour, colleague and friend. And yet, today, I’m reminded that it’s time for me to learn how to mother myself better. Your dream was deeply revealing as your beloved creative animus stands silent, naked before you. Rumi writes beautifully on silence, today these particular words come to mind … “In the silence of love you will find the spark of life.” Love and light, Deborah.

  2. Dear Deborah I am so sorry to hear of your sad loss – the timing of your mums passing on Mother’s Day is so poignant especially after you shared your experiences of your visits with her in your post only last week. Please know that I am thinking of you and sending much healing energy.

    I agree with other comments that this poem is one of your best. The words just flow from one verse to the next and your descriptions are filled with your own beautiful style of wordery…if that word even exists!

    This is a perfectly timed clarion call to everyone at a time when this world is in such turmoil right now…the conflicts, the pandemic and of course the suffering we are putting this sacred earth through creating an environmental crisis. If only the people and the powers that be held the balance of the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine, I’m sure the human race would not be in such a bad place on every level.

    Thank you Deborah for this beautiful piece, it really is a message to the soul. Much love and blessings to you at this sad, sad time. Sophia x

    1. Thank you so much Sophia for your caring, deeply empathetic reply! Although it wasn’t Mother’s Day here in the UK last Sunday, it was in the US, and so for my mother to die on the “Day of the Mothers” this has touched me deeply … evoking the Great Mother Herself. I’m certain a poem will emerge at some point during this dark and bright journey I’m on.

      Like many of my poems, this one will remain unedited. I just don’t want to touch it at all because it records the moment in my life when I turned away from my personal mother and turned fully towards my spiritual and psychological mother, Sophia, in great detail. Hmm, you know wordery is a word I feel, I’ve always loved the word wordsmithery too.

      In your reply you’re reminding me of the Sophian journey I’ve taken with these last three essays and how in each I’ve explored many encounters, above and below, the pandemic, those brutal murders, the losing and re-finding of wedding rings, the portal that reading Orlando gave me, the Goddess and Her Green Man and so much more. Life is incredible!

      Yes, a clarion call indeed! On every level is my hopeful, prayerful answer. Let us all start this process with ourselves, but first … the gathering of bones. Love and light, Deborah. x

      1. There are many tales to tell from these transitional times so I’m sure there will be more than one new poem being woven into being by you…I’ll look forward to them when they emerge!

        1. Thank you Sophia! In so many ways, these past 18 months have been such an incredible time for everyone. x

  3. Commiserations on the death of your mother, Deborah. I’m so sorry to hear of your loss.

    Your poem is a beautiful response. I too have found that something happens to time when someone dear dies, and I like the way you’ve taken that to a new level: found the positive in it, ‘light crowns the day’.

    I agree with Anna, as I read your poem I felt I was taking part in a prayer. It was a journey into peace, hope and love. I thank you for that.

    Best of best wishes, Cath

    1. Thank you so much Cath for your beautiful, kind-hearted reply! By Tuesday morning I noticed that time was standing still and I know it’s strange to write this but as I reached for my pen, I felt myself climb into my mother’s lap again. It’s hard to find the words to describe well what happened in that creative moment but because my personal mother wasn’t here, I sense, only in hindsight, that unconsciously I was turning to my spiritual and psychological mother, Sophia and faced the task of completing my Sophian essays. What else can a poet do but write in these sad, strange times?! Love and light, Deborah.

  4. Oh my! I had chills running up and down my spine when I read your poem just now….after having a dream of you last night in which we and another woman who also felt like a friend were entering a darkened theatre: the “theatre of the soul?”

    As I told you in the letter I wrote you a few minutes ago to send my condolences about your mother and tell you about last night’s dream, I often dream of an unknown female presence who feels like a dear friend. I think of her as the feminine aspect of my soul. Sophia. When I awoke I wondered why I dreamed of you last night, and worried that there might be something wrong.

    Then after I wrote you that letter I came here to read your poem and what did I see…..? What an extraordinary synchronicity!!!

    I agree that this is one of your best poems ever, at least in my opinion. I love your descriptions of Sophia, and the elegant way you tie her to the union of the opposites. I knew that in the Gnostic tradition she was considered the divine spark that fell to earth, but don’t know that I ever knew she was considered the union of the divine feminine and the divine masculine. How could I have forgotten that?

    At the moment I’m in the midst of preparing a presentation about the Partnership Profile which is about that archetypal union between the opposites, for which the feminine and masculine are universal prototypes! What an intricate, amazing weaving together of old and new ideas, and old and new friends and symbols and dreams this journey through life presents to us when we seek psychological and spiritual understanding and Oneness.

    Thank you for writing me earlier today to alert me to this post (I’m not getting them for some reason), and for confirming the quantum level of connection between two individuals who have never even met except on the written page. What an awesome mystery it all is.

    Blessings, dear friend, and my heartfelt sympathy for your loss.

    Love and light,

    Jeanie

    1. Wow! I don’t even know where to begin?! Thank you so much Jeanie for your beautiful, heartfelt response! It’s so strange how, in the year that I began my Animus Diet (2016), I reconnected with my mother following eighteen years of estrangement and here, at the end, on the final part of my Sophian essays, my mother dies on Mother’s Day (US), of all days.

      I’m still lost for words trying to make sense of these awe-filled, mysterious happenings … alongside feeling incredibly blessed to have visited my mother four times in the last five years, with my last visit taking place last January, thankfully before UK lockdown began. It makes me wonder deeply about the Goddess Sophia and how I was brought before Her.

      Your dream blows me away, especially when I note that “Dream Theatres of the Soul” is the very title of one of your books! I love theatres; they’re such magical places. Hmm, a night out with the poets and Brian makes four. A quarternity and a wholeness according to Jung. A dream to gradually unpack. And what a sweetheart your animus is, a poet no less!

      Was I okay in the world above? No, my mother had just died and feeling lost I took myself down into the dark theatre of the soul and watched an inner screen (your dream … wow!) that showed me an old story which asked me to descend into Jung’s “Spirit of the Depths” before I could resurface in the “Spirit of the(se) Times” … tasking me to birth to the ancient (oneness, androgyny, duality) in a new time.

      Re WordPress … I find the whole package such a hit and miss affair with the captcha code playing up often. It drives me crazy! I have no idea how to add followers either. Deep sigh! If you have any problems when posting a reply please email and I’d be more than happy to post your comment. I’ve done this for a few friends over the years.

      I hope your preparations re “Partnership Profile” are going well at the moment. In time I’d love to dig into the profile tool a bit more as there’s treasure galore to be found within! And if this presentation is going to be posted online please do let me know as I’d love to watch you explore this more … perhaps afterwards line up another interview with Skip!

      Lastly, many thanks my dear friend for sharing your rich thoughts, beliefs and reflections on our universal, shared connection, above and below. Deep Sophian wisdom, which I’m beginning to encounter the odd flash and spark of too! Love and light, Deborah.

  5. Oh, my dear friend, wife, sister, mate, my heart has calmed down when I saw your new post because I was worry about you if you can cope with your grief. And you have come with another beautiful, lovingly and greatly poem. May we recognize ourselves in the sacred mirror, and may we find our match.
    Have a leisurely time, my adorable mate.
    PS: I want to share a post about my mother this WE, and I want to mention your name and your grief if you’re agreed? If not, please tell me. Peace and Love. Aladin

    1. Thank you so much Aladin for your lovely, caring comment! I didn’t know I was going to write a new poem until I found myself with pen and notebook in hand … and this one flowed out. Yes, may we all recognise ourselves as sacred mirrors, divine reflections of Mother God Herself!

      Only in hindsight and following a deeply insightful remark made by Elaine, do I realise that whilst feeling lost and full of sorrow on Tuesday, I turned myself to the Great Mother and moved into her open, loving arms! Thank goodness for friendships and archetypes, above and below, at these times.

      I look forward to reading your post tomorrow. Yes, of course you can mention my name my dear friend. Once, I remember seeing a photo of your mother, she was very beautiful looking. Love and light, Deborah.

  6. Dear Deborah, all your poems and prose are always lovely but this one is I think the crowning jewel. I am blown away … each line one of beauty, gravity, lucidity and purity – this speaks so to my soul.

    It is a huge something to no longer have a living mother. I don’t know, does the death of a parent, parents, release something in us? Even if we are ‘orphaned’? Of course the archetypal mother lives on – perhaps that ‘allows’ more depth to explore, I don’t know. Whichever way or none of this, I offer you my deep condolences. No-one can miss that your mother’s death happened on Mother’s Day. May her dear soul rest in peace and may you be comforted that she is at rest and that your last visit with her was especially meaningful. With love, Susan

    1. Thank you so much Susan for your beautiful, kind-hearted reply! In these days and hours that drift like tumbleweed across the screen of my life, your heartfelt response reassures me that picking up my pen was the right thing to do. I haven’t edited this poem either as it literally flew out of me Tuesday morning in one long sitting, which felt like a dream.

      Neither could I understand why I was so set on finishing my Sophian project in the midst of such grief until a dear friend reassured me yesterday that turning to Sophia, the Great Mother, was exactly the right thing to do. I believe it is Her that allowed me to explore the hollows and dig down deeper into the Spirit of the Depths whilst living through the Spirit of these Times. Love and light, Deborah.

  7. So sorry for your loss Deborah!! My heart aches for you knowing only last week what you wrote about your last visit with her.

    Your poem ‘In the Name of Sophia’ reads like a prayer. As I understand, this is the final part of the series and book? I ask because your mother’s death here at the end feels relevant and I wonder, in time, if you might add another chapter because the timing of this feels important.

    Thank you for sharing the wisdom of Sophia and your own wisdom with us. All the best, Anna.

    1. Thank you so much Anna for your generous, kind-hearted reply. My heart is full and words are few and yet I sat down yesterday and wrote this piece three days after my mother’s death. For a moment I didn’t think I would or could ever write again but then thankfully the words flowed … what else can a poet do but write during these times.

      Hmm, I’m not sure what to do next with the new book as my mother’s death is opening something up inside of me that needs release and as words were her favourite currency too, no doubt I’ll add another chapter or verse or two to the new book. Re wisdom, I’m not feeling very wise at the moment but fully appreciate the divine wisdom of Sophia today.

      Love and light, Deborah.

      1. I believe it always goes back to mother in one way or another. That’s why I ask the question. Be gentle with yourself in the coming days.

        1. Oh yes, that’s true! I’m sure of it … the Great Mother / Personal Mother, Masculine / Feminine, Wisdom / Naivety, Life / Death, Above / Below … I feel like I’m floating in a world of opposites at the moment. x

          1. The Guest House is a well-known poem by the 13th-century Sufi mystic Jalaluddin Rumi (popularly known simply as Rumi). In the poem, Rumi uses the metaphor of a guest house to describe life’s journey.

            The Guest House

            This being human is a guest house.
            Every morning a new arrival.

            A joy, a depression, a meanness,
            some momentary awareness comes
            as an unexpected visitor.

            Welcome and entertain them all!
            Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
            who violently sweep your house
            empty of its furniture,
            still, treat each guest honorably.
            He may be clearing you out
            for some new delight.

            The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
            meet them at the door laughing,
            and invite them in.

            Be grateful for whoever comes,
            because each has been sent
            as a guide from beyond.

            1. Thank you Anna for sharing Rumi’s timeless wisdom. For helping me to remember to welcome “the crowd of sorrows” in my house, even as they come unexpected. “Meet them at the door laughing / and invite them in.” Now, I’m reminded of one of my favourite childhood poems by Patience Strong. A wonderful poem my mother knew by heart and also loved well.

              If You Stand Very Still

              If you stand very still in the heart of a wood
              you will hear many wonderful things-
              the snap of a twig, the wind in the trees,
              and the whirr of invisible wings.

              If you stand very still in the turmoil of life
              and wait for the voice from within-
              you’ll be led down the quiet ways of wisdom and peace
              in a mad world of chaos and din.

              If you stand very still and you hold to your faith
              you will get all the help that you ask.
              You will draw from the silence the things you need
              -hope and courage, and strength for your task.

              By Patience Strong

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