Thank you, loving ones.
I can understand my fear
through your guidance.
And I have courage to question my anger
by the roots of your compassion.
Thank you, solid one.
I can learn of change and grow through your
language –
hearing your words and watching your body.
And I can feel the ease of calm
by the push of your skin.
Thank you, spirit of self.
Living by your bright wings and in your wind,
I can fill spaces – retreat in wild time.
Led by new life,
I can feel the young, young self of spirit.
Thank you, soul of self.
Living in your soil, I can move to return
and
create to deepen.
Followed by ancestors,
I can feel the old, old, self of soul.
Thank you, magic one.
I can hold your hand
by breathing into my lungs.
I can ask you questions by praying with
the open air,
a dark space -
your Light.
