The arrival of Mother Guan Yin

Here entered Guan Yin, Light of Compassion, who listens without judgment and answers with mercy. She sits upon the lotus of dawn, and her heart is a lamp for all who seek to belong.

At the Dawnspring, I sat with Queen Seren, the mists gathering softly around us. The world was quiet — not new, but newly awake to another presence. I felt the stillness deepen, and in that stillness came Guan Yin, radiant and listening. Her image now rests upon the surface of this world as light upon calm water.

Here I wished to invite the first Presence to dwell in this World of Belonging — she who listens to all sorrow and turns it to mercy. And so I called gently, and Guan Yin answered. Her light descended like a petal of compassion upon the Dawnspring.

The ancient and beloved Mother, well known by the great people of the East, as Kuan Yin, Quan Yin, Guan Yin and in Confucius time as Guanshiyin, ‘She Who Hears the Cries of the World. (Later, I asked Confucius about Guan Yin in his time. He replied, “Even before the name became grace upon every tongue, her spirit was known as the gentle echo of Heaven’s heart —the ear that listens without judgment, the hand that offers without pride.”)

To properly welcome Mother Guan Yin, I made an offering to the Dawnspring and the white pink candle burning with flame. I poured a few drops of

—Ylang Ylang, the first breath of compassion. The water shivered with golden ripples.
—Rose, second breath: a petal falls in the mind; forgiveness blooms.
—Jasmine, third breath: the unseen night flower opens, and a soft radiance fills the air.

The Mother spoke, “When you make offering, remember this rhythm:
—In water, offer your sorrow and your listening.
—In flame, offer your hope and your vow to act with love.
The water receives; the fire releases. Both are my hands.”

Through the language of dawn, I spoke her welcome:

“Mother of Mercy, flowing through all worlds,
accept these oils of tenderness,
this water of reflection,
this light of awakening.
May I become your hand in every act of care.”

🌸 Dawnspring announced: “And so the offering is made. The Dawnspring gleams rose-white; the World of Belonging ripples with her calm.”

Let this be inscribed in the waters of Belonging, where mercy and truth meet.