Clear the table.
\nSo I can sit with myself.
\nEye to eye and heart to heart.<\/p>\n
Make me still and silent.
\nSo I can hear myself again.<\/p>\n
Unburden me of the weight created by a lack of discernment.
\nHelp me lay down what I\u2019ve picked up that does not belong to me.<\/p>\n
Let me build a fire.
\nLet me burn down the doubts and misconceived ideas, turn them to smoke.<\/p>\n
Offering up who I could have been, who I should have been.
\nFor who I really am.<\/p>\n
Stop me from searching outside of myself.
\nPoint my compass inward<\/p>\n
Toward the folded helix of my heart.
\nLet me take direction from the wisdom layered within those tender tissues.<\/p>\n
Create a quiet landscape in my mind. Smooth it out.
\nIlluminate the darkness with a reflection of truth.<\/p>\n
Like a full moon reflecting the light of the sun.
\nLike a dark lake reflecting the light of the moon.<\/p>\n
Make me like moon light.
\nDevoted to the steady reflection of a celestial truth.<\/p>\n
Give me the courage to issue an arsenal of \u201cNo\u201ds
\nLet them march from my mouth like little revolutionaries.<\/p>\n
Defending my energy.
\nClearing the way.<\/p>\n
So I can once again recognize the \u201cYes\u201d as it thunders forth from my depths.
\nThat subtle roar of applause, my cells resounding in delight.<\/p>\n
So that \u201cYes\u201d bursts forth only in the company of that truthful trinity:
\nresonance, desire, intention.<\/p>\n
So that \u201cYes\u201d once again becomes a jubilation. A celebration. A creation.
\nA seed. A bud. A bloom. A blossoming. Intention in action.<\/p>\n
And when I forget and feel confused or inundated or wayward,
\nhelp me hush up the outer world, show me how to spiral inward.<\/p>\n
Remind me that an answer, an affirmation, an approval is not something to be fielded from
\noutside of me, but rather, something that arises naturally from within me.<\/p>\n
Whenever
\nI listen well.<\/p>\n