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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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Mother God….


virgin mother


Mother of God
similar to fire,
Ignite my heart in prayer.
Where once I stood on familiar ground
selecting my spiritual experiences
like choice morsels from a well tended-larder,
now my garden has gone up in flames
and I thirst only for the Living God.
Let me find him, Mother
as you do
deep inside my own ripened being.
Let me swallow the Sacred
and burn with that Presence,
illuminating the way home to Truth.
Lit from within,
let my blazing heart become a sanctuary
for the weary traveller,
until this long night lifts
and dawn unfolds a new radiance.

Mirabai Starr

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photo sparrow bleeding hearts


” It takes courage…to endure the sharp pains of self discovery rather than choose to take the dull pain of unconsciousness that would last the rest of our lives.”

“Something amazing happens when we surrender and just love. We melt into another world, a realm of power already within us. The world changes when we change. the world softens when we soften. The world loves us when we choose to love the world.”

“Just like a sunbeam can’t separate itself from the sun, and a wave can’t separate itself from the ocean,
we can’t separate ourselves from one another.
We are all part of a vast sea of love, one indivisible divine mind.”

“In every community, there is work to be done.
In every nation, there are wounds to heal.
In every heart, there is the power to do it.”

Marianne Williamson


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photo sparrow dandelion

Think of Yourself

Think of yourself as a thought of the Infinite One made flesh by your sheer desire to see and be seen
think of yourself as nature looking upon nature in awe at its grandeur, in tears for its wounds nature loving itself, healing itself, speaking out for itself
think of yourself as a vessel of stardust and clay, a child of the cosmos evolving and transforming every minute of the day matter into energy, particle into wave, mortal into Immortal–one to the other and back again
think of yourself as a soul who took on a body to be of use, to radiate love and receive it in return—
think of yourself as a shaman whose hands heal whatever they touch as a storyteller whose words fall like rain on a drought stricken land whose stories are medicine—miracles—that heal the sick and raise the dead.
think of yourself as a circle holding yin and yang, as unity cradling the dualities in your arms
think of yourself as a conscious thought leaning toward radiance an early dawn rising into daylight
think of yourself as necessary—purposeful, here for a reason remember that you came here to light the world,
deep inside you the fire of creation burns day and night, atoms from the Big Bang spin and swirl in your blood and bones, your lungs and your legs
the One you cry out to is in your breath, in every cell and every thought.
like salt in the tear, joy in the laughter, the Holy One is in you, being scattered like seeds across the land as you speak and write and reach out to touch
you are the hands and feet, the eyes and ears of the Great Beloved
you are the one we are waiting for we hunger for the stories you have yet to tell.
it is a requirement of this hour that each of us speaks, each of us say what happened and what we learned to reveal ourselves is to heal ourselves—and to heal ourselves is to heal each other and the world entire.
From our revelations of intimacy and truthfulness, vulnerability and generosity, the future takes shape and enters into us—OUR words made flesh, OUR thoughts made real.
yes, think of yourself as a creator…the peace you desire, the justice you cry for —these will come as we speak them into being.
Together we are creating the life we experience—it is happening not TO us, but THROUGH us
as the cosmos is being created by the Mind of the Infinite One, this world is being created by the minds of the finite ones, by us
Let us be mindful and full of care for the words we speak, the thoughts we think, the stories we tell…for these are the tools with which we build tomorrow.

Jan Phillips

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Photo Sparrow edge of night

“When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly.”
― Patrick Overton


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The Ancient Dream

ordinarysparrow, October 2015

ordinarysparrow, October 2015


“She has come to sense the inner world goes deep, indeed deeper than the wounds and breakages that others inflict. The contemplative has broken through to that sanctuary in the soul where love dwells. Crucial to this contemplative journey is the trust and imagination to realize that regardless of how you have been damaged, there is within you a sanctuary of deep love, trust and belonging. This is the ancient dream, the masterpiece of divine creativity: the creation of the human heart. Before time – back in the winter of nothingness and then all through the infinite springtime of evolution – the dream was the birth of an intimate well of kindness, care and love in the world, dwelling in the tabernacle of the human heart.”

John O’Donohue
Excerpt from BEAUTY

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