Continuing on the very Venusian-Taurean theme of coming to our senses…
The Garden has long been a metaphor for wholeness, for the mystical Heart, and for the Divine Feminine.
In a mechanized, techno-distracted age, the Garden (and all that comes with it) is as important as ever … and maybe even more than ever.
Think of the Garden of Eden, where all was well and harmonized.
And at the center of the Garden stood, strongly rooted, The World Tree — a common element in many ancient ancestral traditions.
Secret gardens and walled gardens symbolized the lushness, fertileness, beauty, sensualness, magic, and abundance both around us and within us.
Do you remember your last time in a beautiful garden, or the natural equivalent?
It’s a full-sensory experience, and our senses are a portal to the garden of the present-moment and to the Divine gifts within.
Mystics from many traditions, from ancient times to now, have known and deeply practiced with the powerful metaphors of Garden and World Tree.
For example, Hadewijch of Brabant, a beguine mystic of the 13th century, is one example of a mystic whose writings convey a deep sensuality — even eroticism — in her spiritual longing for and experience with the Divine.
“Mystics not only ‘see’ God, they also hear, smell, taste, and touch God as well.”
So wrote Elizabeth Dreyer in her book Passionate Spirituality: Hildegard of Bingen and Hadewijch of Brabant.
“The loved one and the Beloved dwell one in the other … one sweet divine nature flows through both,” wrote Hadewijch herself.
This spirituality of sensual presence – the Garden of the Feminine and The Path of Sensuous Presence, as it’s come to me — is evident, too, in the Song of Songs of the Hebrew Bible or Old Testament.
Here’s a very sensual excerpt, said to be Solomon’s Song to Sophia, the Divine Feminine.
Notice the symbolism, and read with your full senses:
“You ravish my heart
with a single one of your glances
with a single link of your necklace.
What spells lie in your Love,
my sister, my promised bride!
How delicious your love,
more delicious than wine.
How fragrant your perfumes,
more fragrant than all spices!
your lips distill wild honey.
Honey and milk are under your tongue;
and the scent of your garments
is like the scent of Lebanon cedars.
She is a garden enclosed,
my sister, my promised bride
a garden enclosed,a sealed fountain.
Your shoots from an orchard
of pomegranate trees,
bearing most exquisite fruit;
spikenard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,
with all the incense-bearing trees;
myrrh and aloes,
with the subtlest odours.
Fountain of the Garden,
well of living water,
streams flowing down from Lebanon!
[Excerpt From Wise Women, Susan Cahill ed.]
Luscious, isn’t it?
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