morning prayer
First I light a new candle and lay out the incense. Then I take the water into the kitchen and pour it on the microgreens. Get new water at the sink (and turn on the kettle). Back at this morning altar I breathe the earth and water breaths, then fire as I light the incense at the candle, then air as I put the incense stick into the earth (aka incense ash) and blow out the flame.
Grateful for a new day in this human life, I offer my life and will into the care of the One who is mercy and compassion, the perfection of love, harmony, and beauty, the only Being, whom I choose to call ... you? You? Friend? Beloved?
Call me anything, just not late to supper. Of the Lamb. Chops. Mint jelly. Philadelphia 1962 on Spruce Street top floor. Am I alone to tell the tale? Are you still alive?
This morning: I come with joy to meet my Lord, forgiven, loved, and free. Guide me, o Thou great Redeemer (aka Jehovah), pilgrim in this barren land. It's only later that I see it's Christ the King, my least favorite Sunday.
United with all the illuminated souls who form the embodiment of the Spirit of Guidance. United with all the sentient beings who still suffer. May we live in the liberty of lovingkindness, compassion, indivisible joy, and equanimity.
first, to the east, the dog in bed again. to the west, the kettle has boiled. drops on the screen!
Rain. Rain!
1960? Berea, Ohio. Baldwin-Wallace College. Martin Niemöller visiting, speaking. *God vashed the vorld last night; vould that He had vashed me too."
This day I have lived 85 and a half human years. Short term memory is shot. But the Ishamael function seems to be holding up.
So ha. Amin. Amehn. Amen.
