The worry wear of wage-mind chill and grind
can muddy down the usefulness this sacred fire I harbor.
So I will sweetly breathe, exhale, release.
so I can hold the promise of each living being close to me
until I see it manifest in word and deed:
each hold creation seed.
My winter rooms where comfort turned to greed
are opening their windows to a clean fruition breeze.
I will send forth clear cascading suns,
rejoice in charity of heart towards everyone
as now my child eyes see:
the more I love,
the more love comes to me.
My truer childhood self suffers the scorn
when I cling to each broken stone once slipped upon now mourned.
So I will turn back in and love myself.
Be it torrential healing rain
ecstatic living wealth!
Until that vast firmament glow
Is ours to reap and sow.