May we compost the shit in our experience, reap the harvest of the vision in the fertile ground we turn and cook the manifestation in the cauldron of our prayerful attention.
Do we even know what that means?
May our prayers reach all directions even earth and sky
May we all learn to love with spirit.
May we trust that we are spirit loving us back.
May we find forgiveness for those we judge including ourselves and for ourselves for judging
May all truth be shared.
May all leaders shed ego
May we all love aware.
The gentle rain always reminds me why I am still here in this time and place.
I am throwing control out the window, for constriction doesn’t serve me or you or anyone for the greater whole.