Curl up for awhile
in your own fur
until you feel the nature
of your immortal warmth.
To embody what Is
may be the deepest
prayer.
Here are the rules:
I am the cause of my pain.
I am the victim of my mind.
No one owes me anything.
To make
an affirmation
for abundance
expresses lack.
To pray for strength
confesses weakness.
To ask for
healing is to resist
dis-ease.
Why not just be sick?
When I embrace poverty,
I expand into emptiness.
I don't ask for more.
Is the universe
not born
from a boundless vacuum?
Not fearing the
void,
I ripple with wealth.
When I abandon
striving,
I discover pre-existent fullness,
the immoveable
strength
that is nearer
than the next breath.
I welcome brokenness.
I hug my body.
In non-resistance, unity.
In unity, healing.
This very moment I refuse
to generate conflict
by changing suchness
into a Should.
I nestle into wholeness
and little things begin to happen
majestically.
All that greens with nectar,
all that buzzes with life,
emerges from
what Is...
