► ♫ ■ ♫ by Wåveshåper ENG HUN


Respect and homage for the Dakinis, those who dominate the clouds of the mystical heat, those who are the masters of love, of conscience and of the loss of the ego. You may appear in any forme, you deserve gratitude and respect for your goodness and noble mind, you celestial dancers!


Before all time I was the Entireness itself. But I wanted something so I wasn’t entire anymore. I wanted to create. The punishment for my sin was the existence in the prison of Material. In the beginning of all time I spread millions and millions of magical entities in the world to protect all beings and satisfy their needs.



Inside there is a world of pain,
outside is only explanation.
the world's your scab, the outer stain,
your soul's the fever-inflammation


Innocence is something amazing,
Innocence is life changing.
Innocence is heart wrenching,
Innocence is surprising.
Why can't i have something so breath-taking?
Because my innocence is non-existing.



One of them is the path of non-knowledge, the other is the path of knowledge. One is the magic of non-knowledge, the other is the magic of knowledge. But while the naivs got lost on the road of erring, I’m praying to be able to turn back the magic of the six worlds. The Great Yogini wakes within himself the wisdom of presence and declares the supplication: may all beings get rid of suffering!


There is a panther stalks me down:
One day I'll have my death of him;
His greed has set the woods aflame,
He prowls more lordly than the sun.
Most soft, most suavely glides that step,
Advancing always at my back;
From gaunt hemlock, rooks croak havoc:
The hunt is on, and sprung the trap.

/Sylvia Plath: Pursuit/


Heaven sent

Heaven keep remembering me to keep my ways
Heaven where I will see choir's sing in Glory of my lord
Heaven is the Land of gold, sliver, and diamond
Heaven is my dream home.


O gentle gaze, o eyes where beauty grows,
Like little gardens full of amorous flowers,
Where the bow of Love shoots his sharp arrows
And where my eyes have gazed for many hours.

/Louise Labé : Sonnet X/



O Lord, give each person his own personal death.
A thing that moves out of the same life he lived,
In which he had love, and intelligence, and trouble.

/Rainer Maria Rilke: Az áhítat könyve – részlet/


Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
And great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.

Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
I have lived o'er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

/H.P. Lovecraft: Nemesis/



It’s hard to find the path from the chaotic existence to the Entireness, the endless wisdom that hides beneath our skin. The presence of the Spirit and the universal Tradition guides us though.


All of the feminine forms of the sky, below and above the earth are mine: all goddesses and demigoddesses, all female titans, demons and serpents, goddesses of Nature and Spirit, and of course, all female human. May she be a priestess or a noble, may she be an employee, a courtesan, a dancer, a writer, a florist, a prophetess or a midwife, I appear in all classes and professions of women. I am the mother, the sister and the wife. I am nowhere if not in the body of all women. Refuse all other ways and adore the Woman!


The world is not imperfect, not even on the road to become perfect: oh no, it is perfect in its every single moment, any sin embraces the mercy, any child nurses in himself the antediluvian, the death hides in every baby, the neverending life in every moribund.

/Hermann Hesse: Siddhartha/