Digging up Salome’s Gospel | GoT logion 61

breathe in + breathe out


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logion 61

Yeshua says

“Two will be resting on a bed.
One will die, the other will live.”

Salome said,
“Then how is it, Sir, that you,
coming from the one Source,
have rested on my couch and
eaten at my table?”

Yeshua said to her,
“I am he who has appeared to you
out of the Realm of Unity, having been
granted that which belongs
to my Father, its Source.”

“I will be your student!” she exclaimed.

“Then I say this to you.
If you become whole
you will be full of light.
If you remain fragmented
darkness will fill you.”



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I hope they dig up
maybe from the crater of some drone stroke
mother looking for the remains of her seven children
or maybe from the pipe-trench dug too deep
some kid from Texas
hard hat and green jacket
aquifer pierced, blood and water pouring out
a sealed jar
buried two millennia ago
under all the broken pieces
of me
all the fragments of you

Shards of mirror
are still mirror
whether cracked by imperial hammers
or shattered by the long cold

Safe in clay womb
a woman’s script
The Gospel of Salome
predestined
for a time such as this

We could be her student
We could sit at her feet
The One who kept watch at the tomb
of the One who sat at Her table

Salome writes in ancient strokes
Words forever alive
She reads the stars
reflecting from edges and angles
of her mirror-shard jingle dress
Twirling and hopping
All the perspectives
of the One
Ecliptic

November Sun is Venus in the nave of
waxing crescent
Moon white of the fox’s
Tail end of the story
of separate and not enough
She begins
even though
She knows how ugly it gets
She’s lived it
She knows it all belongs
so She doesn’t argue
swinging hammers or poking holes
She just spins faster and faster
until we’re all bathing in tears and rainbows
until we all collapse into welcoming Earth
laughing

I don’t know what this all means
except that meaning isn’t the point

Maybe you’ll fall first with the Ash
Maybe you’ll still be hanging on
with the Red Oak
We fall all the same

Come home
Come home to Me
Sit at My table
Rest, Eat
And in the morning
we will cover the garden beds
as the snow moves in from the West

Salome
I am listening

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