The Sacred & The Profane

the human soul – the spiritual journey

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    • Reconstructing Democracy

      Reconstructing Democracy

      Notes from history unfolding, Sept. 9., 2020 Democracyby Langston Hughes Democracy will not comeToday, this yearNor everThrough compromise and fear.I have as much rightAs the other fellow hasTo standOn my two feetAnd own the land.I tire so of hearing people say,Let things take their course.Tomorrow is another day.I do not need my freedom when I’m…

      Sylvia Marina Martinez

      September 9, 2020
      Declaration, Photo, Poem
      Black lives matter, Democracy, Election2020, Jaimee Todd, MoveOn, Reconstruction, The Atlantic, Vote
    • Black Lives Matter:

      Black Lives Matter:

      Photo source: https://unsplash.com/@mana5280

      Sylvia Marina Martinez

      August 26, 2020
      Uncategorized
      Black lives matter, Prayer, sacred
    • Black Lives Matter: A Prayer

      Black Lives Matter: A Prayer

      Inspired by Yehudah Amichai z”l and Rabbi Rachel Barenblat. In memory of Mike Brown Eric Garner, and many, many others recited as part of a Pilgrimage of Lament. Author(s): Menachem Creditor Berkeley, CA 12/14/14 We stand before you because we must. We stand before You because truths that should be self-evident are not so evident…

      Sylvia Marina Martinez

      August 26, 2020
      Uncategorized
    • Masaccio’s Holy Trinity

      Masaccio’s Holy Trinity

      “o fu gia quel che voi siete e quel chio son voi anco sarete/I once was what you are and what I am you also will be.” ~engraved on the wall of the Holy Trinity fresco in the Dominican church of Santa Maria Novella, in Florence, Italy. “The Holy Trinity, with the Virgin and Saint…

      Sylvia Marina Martinez

      May 19, 2015
      quote, Sacred
      Art, Fresco, holy trinity, Italy, Masaccio
    • Invictus

      Invictus

      by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this…

      Sylvia Marina Martinez

      April 5, 2015
      Poem, Profane
    • The springtime of lovers has come

      The springtime of lovers has come

      The springtime of lovers has come, that this dust bowl may become a garden; the proclamation of heaven has come, that the bird of the soul may rise in flight. The sea becomes full of pearls, the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar, the stone becomes a ruby from the mine, the body becomes wholly…

      Sylvia Marina Martinez

      March 22, 2015
      Poem, Profane
      poem, Rumi, The springtime of lovers has come
    • On Awakening

      On Awakening

      God, please direct my thinking, especially move it from self-pity, dishonest and self-seeking motives. As I go through the day and face indecision, please give me an inspiration, an intuitive thought, or a decision. Make me relax and take it easy; don’t let me struggle. Let me rely upon Your inspiration, intuitive thoughts, and decision…

      Sylvia Marina Martinez

      March 16, 2015
      Prayer, Sacred
      12 step prayer book, on awakening, Prayer, sacred
    • The Universal Declaration of Human Rights

      The Universal Declaration of Human Rights

      As set forth by the United Nations: PREAMBLE Whereas recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is the foundation of freedom, justice and peace in the world, Whereas disregard and contempt for human rights have resulted in barbarous acts which have outraged the…

      Sylvia Marina Martinez

      March 3, 2015
      Declaration, Profane, quote, Sacred
      human rights declaration, UN
    • Do not seek too much fame…

      Do not seek too much fame…

      Do not seek too much fame,but do not seek obscurity.Be proud.But do not remind the world of your deeds.Excel when you must,but do not excel the world.Many heroes are not yet born,many have already died.To be alive to hear this song is a victory. ~West African song  

      Sylvia Marina Martinez

      February 23, 2015
      Photo, Poem, quote, Song
      Do not seek too much fame, West Africa
    • The Tiger by William Blake

      The Tiger by William Blake

      Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And What shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews…

      Sylvia Marina Martinez

      February 18, 2015
      Photo, Poem, Profane
      poem, The Tiger, William Blake
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