This Secret Name Of You.

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This day has a secret name to give you. Your eminence

precedes you, and has called upon the dawn to reveal

yourself as its path of light. Wait patiently before the

daybreak, and be told where to find this repute. If you do

not Say yourself, God cannot speak you yet. Each day must

be Her expression in you, or this talking of the mind will be

the gossip of frivolous ghosts.

The staggering thing about this worlds reality, is that the

sunrise comes up only for you, nobody else. We get rayed

into existence as a hologram of everything there is. This is

why life goes to our head to seek itself first. It seeks the

flower without awareness of the root. In doing this, the

heart of the All gets mislaid again.

Gods secret name runs away from all attempts to determine

it. Only the heart searching, of one who does not define

himself, can elucidate its impossible sound. Truth is, the

very living of you, is the possibility of its expression. We

create the sound of this name by falling in love with an

unfamiliar tongue, ready to speak the mystery, and not be

misled by a foreign self we have taken to be our language.

How you live this day, will translate this name, or safe-keep

it in the valley of the soul, for a future quickening of this

time you have. Each moment offers you the chance to

interpret yourself as the one who would be both oracle, and

orator. There is a way of speaking yourself into the world

that arises not from the mouth but from a poem God writes

in Her own heart, in constant praise of your uttering. This

enunciation of Her love letters is the real scripture. It is

never written, only whispered from one lover to an other, as

a password that opens the heart to the parable of One in

many.

The Beloved has sown you into many seeds. As a gardener

would scatter her store of wealth, She has planted Herself in

the field of this world, as an intonation of Her name. We

may believe the rose and the corn, the stone and the soil, to

be divisible commodities for this garden, yet they are all

syllables of the one mantra.

It is like this. If you split any stone, you will see that it has a

heart of different colors. All stones grow inwards to their

real nature. A fish maybe colorful on the outside, but its

heart is the color of water. Water wears the stone of self

away to find its true name.

Go out into the morning, of your world, and hear the

incantation of your name in the cry of the seagull and the

newborn child. Within the hum of the city traffic there is a

reverberation beneath that noise, that has been speaking

before the world awoke in you. It is the echo of your name

resounding in every sound.

The heart thunders in silence. Little girls fall in love with

little boys and tell their names to the moon. The wind

whispers in the tree of love, singing: Kiss me and I will show

you, and tell you of this name of yours, but first lay down in

the meadow and be my body. First listen to the song of my

longing to speak. Open your mouth and taste my promise of

you.............

Everyone has a secret name they say of themselves. Listen to

the love that expounds your life, and disclose that original

sound as the Word of your soul this day. Keep chanting

your hymn until the world answers to its call. Then say this

love to yourself as you would your only prayer.

Seek for the One who delights to uncover your secrets, and

let go the garments

that fear has patched in dreams. She shall weave your soul

upon a loom of light,

and shall name you for love,

that your love be revealed.

Love

eric.

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