Receive, Oh Woman. Receive…
In me is generated the
love of the generator…
I receive my beauty.
Shall I speak of my beauty?
No….
Only he may speak of it.
It is his alone, and I shall await
his speaking of it…
Only I will wait.
If he speaks of it, shall I not
know him better?…
Only I will hear.
She assents, yes,
to his love…
But it is not an assent
Not really. It is less active.
The Fiat…
The beauty.
“How can this be when I
have not known…?”
Only a wonder.
“I am. I am.
Handmaid…
I am.”
Her will without act,
Her reception…
without generation.
She is, she abides
in all days and times…
in Him.
She is filled because He gives
She receives, for it is her own…
Her own precious treasure!
This is hers, and giving is His
and all things shall be known…
When he gives.
Can she speak of her beauty?
Can I speak of myself….?
I receive.
The generation comes through her,
but is not by her…
she is the mother of the living.
Oh father, generate!
For what generation abides in me…?
I receive.
Widen, widen, by giving,
and I shall receive…
the generation is one-sided.
The creation is the fire
of the generated love of father…
and she, the mother, receives.
She receives - always - even
after birth…
she receives her children;
She never sends them forth
but abides…
and always receives.
Oh Father, and Beloved,
she receives, for both give equally…
it is good.
Can we distinguish? To receive
from one, is to receive…
from the other.
She vulnerably receives.
For to control… -
to combat vulnerability
She would give, in order
to control… -
giving is fallen
In her, but not in him,
and he receives…
in a mystery;
As she gives in a mystery,
but such are falsehoods…
the words are incomplete.
Do not say that she gives,
for do you not know…
the littleness
Of it? And do you not know
oh man, that when you ‘receive’…
you strive to take?
You do not know, oh man,
what it is to receive…
like woman.
You do not know, oh woman,
for have you given…
like a man?
You know, only, through the other,
The Mystery of the Heavenly Trinity…
in the other.
Her heart a haven for him,
His motion a strength for her…
enter in.
Reflection of the other,
her receptivity…
splashes outward
And he is illuminated by her gift,
for gift it is of receptivity…
gift it is of him!
He throws back what he has giv’n
and she receives it…
back again.
Generation in him,
receptivity in she…
speak of the mystery
And claim you do not know
How can this be…?
How can it be?
I am because he is.
He is so that I am…
Only Adam
Could come first
Or else Eve…
could never be at all.