daily practice

Every day you wake and return to yourself

With all your concerns and busy-ness

Your pains, your woes, your anticipations

Your jubilations..

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?