A Prayer For Awakening

Please well of grace, keeper of

thresholds, root and

belly of all endings, all beginnings,

lead me into exile

away from my narrowed

mind, constricted heart,

remind me to wander in wonder

towards beauty, ephemeral

and constant.

Let me open as humbly

as a single daisy

who doesn’t crave

any other witness, acclaim

but only to be

this awakened

devotion.

 

May I be tuned

as a lone instrument

a single string

in the full orchestra,

a vibration of sorrow and joy

surrender and awe.

 

May this clinging I

leave behind

the encumbrances

of self, their tired repetitive stories,

hungry ghosts locked in

windowless rooms

and set barefoot

into emptiness

a mendicant,

my bowl filling with

generous silence.

 

May I, the one

who is a refugee,

heed the cry

of the ram’s horn

parting the fog

so that I might cross

once again

the portal

of my cleansed

home, reinhabited by

grace, compassion,

my garden calling

for me to kneel

on her open heart

and rest in gratitude

for who I am -

    seed and the

    knowing hands,

    a fragile offering of

    love, of possibility

    returning.