Blessed be the Source.
Blessed be the Spirit within.
Blessed be the light dancing.
Blessed be the energy flowing, on and on, moving within us, moving us, transforming and exploring, choosing and creating.
Blessed be the I AM, the beating heart of a magnificent existence broader and vaster and deeper than we can imagine, contained in a single cell,
Blessed be, blessed be, blessed be.

Blessed be the unfolding.
Blessed be the suffering.
Blessed be death, this other face of life.
Blessed be the shadows that help us see our Selves.
Blessed be the fears that show us our desires.
Blessed be the rocky path, the cutting stones, the uphill trudge, the deserted trail, the lonely night, the wandering years.
Blessed be what is lost, for it too shall be found.
Blessed be the falling apart.
Blessed be the ripe melon bursting open, spilling juice and flesh and seed.
Blessed be each moment of our own breaking open.

Blessed be the terror.
Blessed be the confusion.
Blessed be the sorrow and the anger, the bitter jagged edges of heartbreak, the regret that seems to swallow us whole.
Blessed be the belly of that whale, where we collapse and dissolve, where dust returns to dust, where spirit returns to spirit.
Blessed be the releasing.
Blessed be the sleep, the sweet rest, the infinite calm.
Blessed be the waking again.
Blessed be the discovery of our own power.
Blessed be the raising of our hands in surrender.

Blessed be the agony, blessed be the ecstasy.
Blessed be the darkness, blessed be the light.

Blessed be our knowing and unknowing.
Blessed be our forgetting and remembering.
Blessed be our breaking apart.
Blessed be our coming together.


Photo by Yousef Espanioly on Unsplash

January 29, 2019