the sweetness
of self
like pomegranate
after a drought
(yet still the mind calls for wine)
drinking my own elixir
well-mulled, spiced
and a tartness that
purses my lips

thank you for this harvest
and for sowing tomorrow's seed

may i purify my thoughts and actions
in order to
allow me access
to the innermost place
in me
that is only you

god, let me make this performative utterance ( Read more... )

my purpose on this earth ( Read more... )

is not so complex
as i think
it's not so far
away
it's not so hard
to find.

in fact it's so simple
so close
so easy
that i blew right past it

what i need
well, i don't need it
because i have it
could there even be need?
if we already always have it?

this struggle, so human.
but no more pretending i'm fine--or not fine.
i just am.  no more fixing or placating or hiding and waiting
to be better than.
i don't have the energy to be anything more or less than you want me to be.
god, show me how to put what, where, when.
and give me the sense to listen.

let my offering complete your altar
prayers to you fill our bodies with song
chanting in the robes of ecstacy
reborn in your temple, bells on my hands
circled on the floor, floating
chanting with your loving angels
we've come home

speak through me
sing through me
heal through me
live through me
love through me
see through me