Rites of the Oshun (Ocean)
Sweet, sweet womban....warm and deep like summer Ocean, Your head has never left my shoulder, though we be `parted, But, what is space, or time? They disappeared when I was with You, 6, was our... More »
Sweet, sweet womban....warm and deep like summer Ocean, Your head has never left my shoulder, though we be `parted, But, what is space, or time? They disappeared when I was with You, 6, was our... More »
This rug sits in my home. Every night, before bed, I find myself brushing that rug off; as if brushing the worries of another days struggle, from the shoulders of a nation. What is it... More »
My message is simple. My message is a new man, homo novus. The old concept of man was of either/or; materialist or spiritualist, moral or immoral, sinner or saint. It was based on division, split.... More »
The divine mothers have taught me NUBIA / ANCIENT SUDAN AND SOUTH EGYPT "It is said to be the custom among the Nubians, when a king dies and leaves a son, and also a nephew,... More »
THE CENTRALITY OF THE DIVINE FEMININE IN SUFISM [Published in the Proceedings of the "2nd Annual Hawaii International Conference on Arts & Humanities", Honolulu, Hawaii.] © 2004 by Laurence Galian This paper examines the concept... More »