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 own my poverty,
I expand into
emptiness.
Isn't the universe born
from a boundless vacuum?
Not fearing the
void,
I ripple with wealth.
I abandon
striving and discover
pre-existent fullness.
Immovable
strength
nearer than the throb
of my jugular.
Welcome brokenness.
Hug your body.
In non-resistance, unity.
In unity, healing.
This very moment, refuse
to generate conflict
by changing Suchness
into Should.
Nestled in wholeness,
little things begin to happen
majestically.
All that greens with nectar
and buzzes with life
emerges from
what Is...
