A prayer for all of us who walk the Earth..<\/p>\n
May I be humble
\nmay I be innocent
\nmay I be wise.<\/p>\n
May I know the deep calm of the earth
\nthat glows in the eye of the fox
\nand that sings with the water bird
\nrising to beat jewels of light from her wings.<\/p>\n
May I be still enough for natural dignity to arise within me
\nguiding my hand in action and my voice in speech.<\/p>\n
May I carry my ancient heart lightly and with real sincerity
\nknowing that the life that beats within
\nis as old as forever,
\nhonoured and perfectly wedded
\nto the ever-arising source of existence.<\/p>\n
As I remember my heart
\nmay I see that source within all things
\nin the eyes of my sacred enemy, my friends and my family,
\nin green feathers, in white bone and in twisted branches.<\/p>\n
Give me the courage to stand as if I am witness to all creation
\nand to know that all creation is looking back at me,
\nfrom stone and child and salt sea-shell spiral.<\/p>\n
Grant me the presence to carry my heartbreak well,
\nand that the pain gives me tenderness and wisdom
\nso that I may love more deeply
\nand dance more freely,
\nwalking lightly across the plains and mountains and cities
\nof this great garden earth.<\/p>\n
May my eyes be lifted to the light and
\nmy animal feet strong and bright,
\npacing in the freedom of my birth-right
\nand the effortless nobility of true belonging.<\/p>\n
As I walk, may I remember the eyes of old men dying and women birthing,
\nthe trust of children sleeping and the endless faith of flowers.<\/p>\n
Show me how to make every strange feeling and breakdown
\na ragged sail to carry my wretched, foundering ship further across the great ocean
\ntowards the safe harbour of the one love.<\/p>\n
May I tread the landscapes of grief with an open chest
\ndrawing meaning from tears and resilience from sadness.<\/p>\n
May I recognise mercy
\nand bow down at the merciless altar
\nwhere everything is asked for
\nand everything is surrendered.<\/p>\n
Give me miracles in the ordinary
\nand humility in the miraculous.<\/p>\n
Let the fire at the centre of myself
\nthat burns bright as essence
\nwarm me in the night
\nand may I never fear its heat
\nbut rather draw close
\nso that what is not mine burns away like dry grass
\nrevealing new growth green shoots and swelling buds
\nperpetually opening into the light of now.<\/p>\n
May I know how to lie down with myself
\nand unfold intimacy, my cheek resting on my own perfect silence.<\/p>\n
May I remember the plains of darkness between the stars
\nand the great tapestry of time
\nthrough which I dream and which dreams through me.<\/p>\n
Grant that I be quiet enough to be able to hear the flowers opening
\nAnd wild enough to fly with dragonflies in the textured sunlight.<\/p>\n
May I cease to seek for perfection
\nAnd recognise the love that is inherent in this simple life,
\nmoving in smiling gratitude
\nfor everything that is given.<\/p>\n
For everything truly is given,
\nbreath to breath
\nheartbeat to heartbeat
\nlife to death.<\/p>\n
Unveil the moment and the love that was never hidden
\ngiving love, living love
\ngentle, strong and brave,
\nopen, alive and just as fully human as this soul can be.<\/p>\n
May good seeds sprout as I pass
\nto sow the life of the future
\nthat will nourish my children
\nwith a rich harvest.<\/p>\n
May forests of love grow from doubt
\nand hate blossom into faith and flowers.<\/p>\n
May dignity arise like the sun on a new day
\nturning the autumn dew to green, red and blue light diamonds,
\nsimple beauty that gives everything
\nand asks for nothing in return,
\nfor nothing is more precious than gold,
\nand the empty chest that is full of wonder.<\/p>\n
May all beings be at peace.
\nMay you be whole.<\/p>\n
In all possible ways
\nmay you be whole.<\/p>\n
Ben Bushill
\nhttps:\/\/www.benbushill.com\/<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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