Every day you wake and return to yourself
With all your concerns and busy-ness
Your pains, your woes, your anticipations
How did all this come to be?
In the space between sleep and waking
There is an invitation to remember
Strip back the layers
The decorations and embellishments
To the bare material
Before you were dressed and adorned
You were a vessel, an empty bowl
Perfectly crafted to serve the Beloved.
How can you follow your souls purpose
When it is being used as a storehouse
For other peoples’ clutter?