Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“Thy name is as ointment poured forth.” (Song of Solomon)
From my heart:
And I am pleased to call you by your name.
To give power to you by naming you so.
You have the name your parents gave you. It’s the one your siblings and neighbors and students and friends all use. It’s the name that lovers use in bed with you. It’s the name they use when making vows to you.
You also have a secret name, that only I whisper, and that only those who still themselves and their worlds, enough to listen, truly do hear.
Have you heard it?
Don’t write it here if you have. Don’t write it ever, or speak of it.
Only contemplate it in your heart.
And if you have not heard it, then walk with me today and ask to hear it. And listen.
