#1

May the experiences that deliver us
to the brink of breaking
be held as opportunities for evolution.

#2

May we, you and I,
come into awareness
of our powers
of intellect,
our every thought
and imagining–
may we know them as gifts, sacred.

#3

May we always seek each other,
find one another,
and see every arrival with clarity.

#4

May I be fluid
as the creek
pouring down the hill
making music out of every obstacle.

#5

May you shed the skin of your shame
as tears of praise for your persistence.
May you rise
from the shadowland fire-polished,
lion-hearted and lithe–
one hand raised to shield,
one hand open to give and to receive.

#6

May our words be medicine
for the journey
through desecration to resilience.

#7

May I liberate the wilderness
of my love
through an ancient and wordless song,
lulling tigers to sleep
and coaxing hearts to bloom.

(compiled and reposted from February – December 2018)

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