Couldn't sleep. Was calling out yoga asanas (poses) in my sleep. Instead of staying in bed, I crept to the patio to see what the temp was. Degree wise, not so sure, but it called for a hot cup of tea, a steaming bowl of oatmeal, and some big, cozy sweats. I sat out there taking it all in and it left me with this prayer to Mother Earth.
Pache Mama I beseech thee, make me like...
Pache Mama I beseech thee, make me like...
the lake who rests in complete stillness,
the birds who fly free above worry, fear and doubt,
the trees who stand firm and do not react,
the grass who waits patiently for the sun to melt away the frost,
the breeze who brings life to those around,
the fountain who dances playfully in each moment,
the sun who warms the day with brillance.
Pache Mama, I beseech thee, allow me to emulate
your works of beauty in my heart, my soul, my life.
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