Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Prayer
Prayer
Sita Ram,
listen to my prayer.
It is my gift to you
and also what I ask.
Let me be with you always.
Let me be cradled in your arms
and also what I ask.
Let me be with you always.
Let me be cradled in your arms
like a small child
thirsting for its mother.
Let me be the honey
caressing your throat,
the breath moving slowly
in and out.
Let the sound of your name
echo through my body
Let me be the honey
caressing your throat,
the breath moving slowly
in and out.
Let the sound of your name
echo through my body
like wind in pines,
while I become a sounding board,
a stringed instrument on which you play.
Let me be you.
Dorothy Walters
April 5, 2009
a stringed instrument on which you play.
Let me be you.
Dorothy Walters
April 5, 2009
