Sunday Morning Prayers

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Pulling Back My Power


I am the rooted fingers of a 400 foot sequoia tree, 
Reaching deep into Mother Earth for nourishment and anchor. 
I am the lava flow of Madame Pele, 
Risen from Gaia to form this land that is me. 
I am the unseen breathing 
Of the sun kissed hills on the horizon.
I am the curtains drawn back 
On magnificent morning sunlight after a night of storms. 
I am the beautiful insistence 
Of Janis Joplin’s raw and cracked throat chakra.
I am the antenna at Arecibo,
Looking deep into the universe of me for the answers.
I am the divine radiance 
In the halo watching Jesus descend to an earthly body. 
I am the space flight of the Perseids, 
Skipping and burning through the atmosphere, 
Hoping for a landfall. 
I am a black shiva lingam floating 
In the exquisite depth of the void, 
Silent and still and about to become 
All that I am.

-Me






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