O Endless Creator, Force of Life, Seat of the Unconscious, Dharma,
Atman, Ra, Qalb, Dear Center of our Love, Christlight, Yaweh, Allah,
Mawu, Mother of the Universe...
Let us, when swimming with the stream, become the stream... Let us,
when moving with the music, become the music... Let us, when
rocking the wounded, become the suffering...
Let us live deep enough till there is only one direction... and slow
enough till there is only the beginning of time... and loud enough in our
hearts till there is no need to speak...
Let us live for the grace beneath all we want, let us see it in everything
and everyone, till we admit to the mystery that when I look deep
enough into you, I find me, and when you dare to hear my fear in the
recess of your heart, you recognize it as your secret which you
thought no one else knew...
O let us embrace that unexpected moment of unity as the atom of
God... Let us have the courage to hold each other when we
break and worship what unfolds...
O nameless spirit that is not done with us, let us love without a
net beyond the fear of death until the speck of peace we guard so
well becomes the world...
-- Mark Nepo