Inspiration

Annunciation

Written by Marie Howe


Even if I don’t see it again—nor ever feel it

I know it is—and that if once it hailed me

it ever does—

And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction

not as towards a place, but it was a tilting

within myself,

as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where

it isn’t—I was blinded like that—and swam

in what shone at me

only able to endure it by being no one and so

specifically myself I thought I’d die

from being loved like that.



GENESIS 1:1, B'reshith

from ORIGINAL MEDITATION, The Aramaic Jesus and the Spirituality of Creation

by Neil Douglas Klotz

In the Beginningness,

In the time before time begins,

In the rest before movement begins,

In the space where nothing but

Elohim is, was and will be.

It all unfolds and moves

like the wings of a bird taking flight,

like a spark turning to flame,

spreading to fire in all directions.

From this center everything travels

toward its purpose,

somehow moving together and yet

each with its own kernel of destiny

known only ot the Holy One.

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God must give us a renewed mind (from Vale Millies)

by Hadewijch


English version by Mother Columba Hart

Original Language Dutch


God must give us a renewed mind

For nobler and freer love,

To make us so new in our life

That Love may bless us

And renew, with new taste,

Those to whom she can give new fulness;

Love is the new and powerful recompense

Of those whose life renews itself for Love alone.

-- Ay, vale, vale, millies --

That renewing of new Love

-- Si dixero, non satis est --

Which renewal will newly experience.


We are many things. We are Nothing and we are Everything and we are our unique expression. But this is a beautiful tribute to the Light of Being.

from HANTA YO

which translates as "move out of the way"

I STAND AT THE CENTER AND THE LIGHT SHINES ALL AROUND ME. AND NOW

I KNOW THAT MY SPIRIT GLOWING MAKES THIS LIGHT. I COME INTO POWER

WITH THE SUN FOR I AM LIKE THE SUN. I AM MY OWN LIGHT.


HERE AT THE CENTER I SEE THE MEANING OF THINGS, ALL THINGS. AND

NOW I KNOW THAT I AM THE MEANING. THE WHOLE MEANING.

THE FOUR DIRECTIONS COME TOGETHER IN ME. I AM THE CENTER AND

EVERYTHING FLOWS FROM ME, RETURNS TO ME.


I AM THAT WHICH THEY CALL GREAT MYSTERY. I AM THAT WHICH EACH

ONE CALLS WAKANTANKA BEFORE COMING HERE, BEFORE SEEING THE LIGHT.

I AM HERE AND SO I KNOW. HERE I KNOW EVERYTHING. HERE I KNOW MY SELF.


I AM THOUGHT AND WILL. AND NOTHING SITS ABOVE MY WILL.

I AM PRIDE AND JOY. AND NOTHING SITS ABOVE MY JOY.

I OWN MY LIFE. AND ONLY MINE. AND SO I SHALL APPRECIATE MY PERSON.

AND SO I SHALL MAKE PROPER USE OF MY SELF.


I STAND HERE IN THE LIGHT OF MY OWN PRESENCE AND I RECOGNIZE MY POWER.


I AM REASON. AND NOTHING SITS ABOVE MY CHOICE.

I AM TRUTH. AND SO I LIVE IN THE SPIRIT.

AND SO I LIVE FOREVER.

I AM THE ONENESS OF THE WHOLE.

AND WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS IN ME.


I AM (insert your name). THE EARTH IS MY OWN.

"Because our greatest gifts and deepest wounds reside in the same area; because the resurrection of old pains can be so fearful and painful, people need to be reminded in diverse ways that the inner dream of life, the wise word set within and the psychic gold are the natural inheritance of each human soul. Because it is so easy to forget what we so desperately need to remember; old stories talk of golden treasures and great dreams that call us to undertake adventures and pilgrimages that in the end reveal what was within us all along."

- Michael Meade

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O, Marvel! a garden amidst the flames.

My heart has become capable of every form;

it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks,

and a temple for idols and the pilgrim’s Ka’ba,

and the tables of the Tomb and the book of the Quran.

I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love’s camel takes,

that is my religion and my faith.

IBN ARABI


Everything Is Waiting for You. David Whyte

Your great mistake is to act the drama

as if you were alone. As if life

were a progressive and cunning crime

with no witness to the tiny hidden

transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny

the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,

even you, at times, have felt the grand array;

the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding

out your solo voice. You must note

the way the soap dish enables you,

or the window latch grants you freedom.

Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.

The stairs are your mentor of things

to come, the doors have always been there

to frighten you and invite you,

and the tiny speaker in the phone

is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the

conversation. The kettle is singing

even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots

have left their arrogant aloofness and

seen the good in you at last. All the birds

and creatures of the world are unutterably

themselves. Everything is waiting for you.


For Longing — John O’Donahue

May you have the courage to listen to the voice of desire

That disturbs you when you have settled for something safe.

May you have the wisdom to enter generously into your own unease

To discover the new direction your longing wants you to take.

May the forms of your belonging–in love, creativity, and friendship–

Be equal to the grandeur and the call of your soul.





Now if we take this image then of a descent, this leads us into an understanding of the dark night. The

poetic image is that of a stone falling in water. Imagine it’s falling, falling, falling, falling. And the water

in which the stone is falling is bottomless. So it’s falling forever, falling forever, falling forever.


And the water in which the stone is falling is falling along an underwater cliff. And there’s little

protrusions along this cliff and every so often, the stone lands on one of these protrusions; and pauses in

its descent. And in the movements of the water, it rolls off and it continues on and on and on and on.

Now imagine you are that stone; and imagine we’re all falling forever into God. And imagine you

momentarily land on a little protrusion where you get to a place where you say, “You know what? I

think I’ll stop here and set up shop and get my bearings and settle in. The dark night of the soul is the

process of being dislodged by love from the perception that the point you’ve come to is deep enough for

you. You see that? We come to a place of realization in love; we come to a place of self-knowledge, we

come to a place of a sense of what life is about. And we pause there in kind of a reflective, subjective

experience of that depth of presence to life. And the self that lives there imagines it has the final say in

who we are. It’s got all this marked out. It’s got it figured out. It’s got its bearings. You go study

theology; become a God-ologist, write books.

And then you fall in love or your mother dies or you have terminal cancer or you’re utterly taken by the

look in the eyes of the one who suffers. And you are dislodged from the ability to live on your own terms. And you continue on in the descent. It’s like this.

So the dark night of the soul then is like the divine strategy of artfully dislodging us from anything less

than an infinite union with infinite love as being enough for us as our destiny, as destiny. James Finley

"This journey then, is nothing more, yet nothing less than a period of acclimating to a new way of seeing, a time of transition and revelation as it gradually comes upon "that" which remains when there is no self. this is not a journey for those who expect love and bliss, rather, it is for the hardy who have been tried by fire and have come to rest in a tough, immovable trust in "that" which lies beyond the known, beyond the self, beyond union and even beyond love and trust itself”. Bernadette Roberts


The endurance of darkness is the preparation for great light.” -St John.