I am full of deep divides
my life, my body.
I am the container for the water within me.
I am made of liquid eternity
and I let life flow through me.
Each day I grow older, wiser
I bow down a little deeper to life’s precarious way
of giving and taking.
I am in awe of my mortality.
I am a fleeting ever changing receptacle
full
of great forces and mysteries.
I am a vast network of tributaries
that all lead back to the sea that made me.
May we honor the hard work of our personal excavations
May we find beauty in the scars
that carve the landscapes of our bodies
into sacred geographical locations.
We are not here to go unscathed,
to stay pristine and clean,
but to get muddy.
To be cracked open.
For as our depth increases,
so does our capacity
to hold the space
receptively.
To listen
actively.
To flow
abundantly
towards, around, and through
every obstacle and crack.
Like the water let us always find our way
back to our source.
May we be pulled in the direction of our dreams
the way the tides are pulled by the moon,
in communion with their glow and gravity.
Effortlessly.
May I know myself
as both the vessel and the sea
abundant in my own energy
so I can float in total serenity.
May I long without need,
surrendered and free.
May this be how
I let things come to me.