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A Prayer


May the manner in which I live do justice to the beauty of the sky. May my eyes gaze upon the world in a way that is precise and full of permission. May the quality of my seeing make things and people feel proud to be seen. May I seek and grant forgiveness, may I know mercy and grace. May I not rush through hard things, may I not fester in easy things. May I act in ways that help other people sleep at night. May I hold and be held by life just like a baby’s little hand wraps around a finger. May I trust others without need for protection, may I be true to others without fear of reproach. May the veracity of my words open cracks in everything fixed and rigid, may those cracks bring light and movement into that which is closed. May my creativity both assuage and celebrate the loneliness of being. May I hand myself over to the intimacy of metaphor. May I remember that the fulfillment of my desire could never bring with it a feeling of permanence, may I remember that, with desire, I must also hold close the beautiful confusion that desire tries to explain away. May my growth be marked by the same force that makes a tree grow leaves. May I give up on control, may I rage against complacency. May I stay awake. May the boundary of me be soft and diffuse. May I take each breath in reverence, knowing that the air I breathe is what ties me to you. May I put myself second, and in so doing, may I live in love.