Archive for September, 2016

i will name me after all

mother-mary-iiYou cannot name me.
You do not know my name.

I am not that small and foolish thing
you would have me be.

You cannot name me.
I am an arrow shot through time.

My rhyme is not narrow as your reason.
Do not doubt, I will have my season.

You would make me small.
You would make me call you Sir,
as if i were some cur milling
through the street dressed in yellow.
I am not that which you would meet.
There is blindness in your eyes.

You cannot see my size.
I am larger than your fears,
deeper than the tears God
wept for ocean.

We are meant to do devotion out of love.

The hawk, the dove,
the black bear and her cub,
the oak, the ash, the willow,
and the grass,
each has their song,
and you have got mine wrong
to name me small.

And if i were your cell,
I would burst it like a shell.

I will be both large and small.
I will name me after all.

The letters you don’t use,
those are what I choose.

Julia Cameron, from This Earth,

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When the Christ, the Avatar of Love, makes His reappearance then will the “Sons of men who are now the Sons of God withdraw Their faces from the shining light and radiate that light upon the sons of men who know not yet they are the Sons of God.

Then shall the Coming One appear, His footsteps hastened through the valley of the shadow by the One of awful power Who stands upon the mountain top, breathing out love eternal, light supernal and peaceful, silent Will.

“Then will the sons of men respond. Then will a newer light shine forth into the dismal, weary vale of earth. Then will new life course through the veins of [14] men, and then will their vision compass all the ways of what may be. “So peace will come again on earth, but a peace unlike aught known before.

Then will the will-to-good flower forth as understanding, and understanding blossom as goodwill in men.”

Alice Bailey

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