In order that I may understand the path to peace:
Let me be able, upright, and authentic, impeccable with my word, gentle and caring.
Let me be content and easily satisfied, without pride.
Let me cultivate a boundless, limitless, unconditional love and compassion for all beings and all things in the world.
Let my prayer be:
“May all beings be well and safe, may they be at ease.
Whatever living beings there may be, whether moving or standing still, without exception, whether large, great, middling, or small, whether tiny or substantial,
Whether seen or unseen, whether living near or far,
Born or unborn; may all beings be happy.
Let none deceive or despise another anywhere. Let none wish harm to another, in anger or in hate.”
That soul you carry, the one that can feel as heavy as a crate of stones or light enough to lift you to the stars.
The part of you that you ignore when it pleads for attention with pain.
That calls out to you and opens your heart to the exquisite heights of love.
That makes you dance and cry and sing and laugh without effort. Without thought.
It is a part of the living energy of the Universe itself which flows through and connects all things.
That soul is who you really are.
Not the physical being that experiences those things.
Not the thoughts that drive or replay those experiences.
Not the memories.
You are the life within this temporary vessel that is a gift of a million sensations and thoughts and emotions and that life is part of the very universe.
A part of God.
You are Divine.
Image: “In Search of the Divine -Shiva and Shakti” by Pooja Bhapkar
Every cell in your body, every muscle, bone, tendon, artery, vein, capillary, and the blood the flows through them, every neuron that fires thought both pleasant and unpleasant, every memory triggered, every emotion that accompany those memories whether they bring ecstatic joy or mind numbing, incapacitating, suffering, every breath and beat of your heart, has been written by the Divine who has designed your life specifically for you.
You are Sacred.
Image: “Omniscience” by Carlos Quevedo
Divine Mother, Sacred Creator, you who guide us with pain and joy and fill our souls with love, our bodies with life, and our minds with dreams, I offer myself to you, freely, and ask that you guide me now and always, in whatever manner you choose.
Teach me by your loving embrace or your firm hand. Guide me when I go off course, reprimand me when I need it, envelop me in your compassion when I ask for it, love me as I love you, and if in your infinite wisdom you see fit to send me tumbling from my chosen path then light a new one and tenderly or firmly set my feet upon it and show me the way as I know you always do.
Teach me to love deeper, laugh harder, cry truer, express clearer, to live more in union with our shared intentions and to become more fully the person you have planned for me to be.
I am yours and I am ever grateful.
Image: “Spectrum” by Ludovic Cordelieres
Selene, Goddess of the Moon
You who are Maiden, Mother, Ancient Wisdom, and all things Divine
As winter releases its long hold I ask that you help me to release those things that harm or hurt or hinder
and to nurture only those that serve or enlighten
As spring returns and life renews I ask that you fold me in your love and feed my soul that I may grow
Guide my my hands, and keep my body strong, so I reflect your good intentions
Guide my mind and soul so I learn from the pain and suffering that all endure
Guide my heart and spirit, and lead me through your love, so I can fulfill your your plan and live my life as One
For these things I offer you my gratitude because I know you have already granted them
Image by Zeng Hao Dun Huang
I am the storm that scatters the sheep
The lightning that tears the field
The wind that screams and howls with the rage of a thousand armies
The rain that floods the home
That drowns the unprepared
That cleanses the battlefield
That nourishes the crops
That brings life
The rain that washes away the pain
I am the storm
Image: “Enlightenment” by Giorgio Vaselli
If I listen carefully
To the stories
Of those around me
To the words of the song
Playing on the radio
Or in my head
To the consequences
Of my actions
and of those I know
Or witness strangers
If I breathe deep and slow
and observe the thoughts
That play over and over
Like a familiar melody
and admit the song
Of my soul
Into my mind
I can hear the Divine
I don’t always know what She wants
or needs from me
I don’t always understand Her words
but She always speaks
and Her message
is always one of love