Sunday Morning Prayers
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