The endless blessing

May we see ourselves reflected in everything

May we see that every thing is a living thing, part of life.

May we see that we are part of life.

May we feel everything.

May we feel it move into and through us,

Each ecstatic happiness or despairing fear or pain,

Watch these things pass over and move through us,

Then let them go

And find nothing but ourselves in the wake,

New, changed. 

May we look up to see our own creations,

Look up and see what we have made,

Things we have made without even thinking.

May we begin more and more to choose 

What it is we want

Even if we tell ourselves we don't know what it looks like

Or feels like;

Let us take ourselves there anyway.

May we remember to move towards those places,

So that they can hear us too, and move towards us.

May we find each other there.

May we slowly wake up each year,

Each month, each week, each day

To find that we are waking up into

Our own dream,

That it's coming true.

May we begin to perceive the invisible threads

Weaving us into the tapestry of the divine,

The eternal entirety of Creation.

May we come to know that our scurrying, rushing, worrying

And otherwise seemingly important movements 

Can turn into a dance, 

And our 'way' can become bigger, gentler, calmer,

More efficient,

When we get out of that way.

May we move in a dance closer to the The Way of Universe,

The One Song, The Chi, The Prana, 

The giant breath that sings Creation in this and every moment.

May we seek out and come to know The Flow.

May we stay close and remain forever with it.

May we become it. May it find a home in us.

May we be gentle and patient

And take all the time, our sacred time, 

With ourselves in all this.

May we discover ourselves

And see the friends we've had all our lives,

Right here beside us, inside us all along,

Every dramatic, wyrd human step of the way.