I am the temple of god

I am the temple of god.
I sit in my awe-inspiring presence.
I walk in the wonder of my being.
I breathe the pure air of universal peace.
The radiance of my being glows in me
My countenance of golden light
transforms my cosmic-scape
Angels hover above me
and sit at my feet
ready to do my bidding
I am the temple of god
And from my sacred presence
I bring forth all creation.

A simple ritual

One of my daily rituals is a simple one. I sit in a half lotus position on a cushion on the floor and I enter into that wonderful dark place of infinite mystery and magic. It is the presence of my divine nature.

I offer blessings to the entire universe which really means being the peace, love, joy and limitless potential that I am as I remain one with all.

After an hour, having reconnected as fully as I can with my fundamental nature, I bring my hands together at my chest as if in prayer, reminding myself of what this symbolizes - the unity of all and it direction towards the highest source.

O Amida,
Oneness of Life and Light,
Entrusting in your Great Compassion,
May you shed the foolishness in myself,
Transforming me into a conduit of Love.
May I be a medicine for the sick and weary,
Nursing their afflictions until they are cured;
May I become food and drink,

During time of famine,
May I protect the helpless and the poor,
May I be a lamp,

For those who need your Light,
May I be a bed for those who need rest,
and guide all seekers to the Other Shore.
May all find happiness through my actions,
and let no one suffer because of me.
Whether they love or hate me,
Whether they hurt or wrong me,
May they all obtain true entrusting,
Through Other Power,
and realize Supreme Nirvana.
Namo Amida Buddha

Metta Karuna Prayer @ Buddhist Faith

I keep pushing her away

Why miss an opportunity? When is the moment perfect if not now?

She considered herself. Took note of her vulnerabilities, assessed her failures and reluctantly recalled her successes. The rain, so brief, was audible as it hit the ground in front of her and pelted the large frangipani leaves that arose in a ceramic pot just beside the white fence. Not alone but feeling as if she were, she closed her eyes. It was the one way she knew to lose her solid self and dissolve in a dark and vast space, free from judgment.

Within seconds, she felt the glare of sunlight through her closed eyelids. Ah, how she preferred the darkness. It was comforting in its mystery and magnitude. "I must tell him" she thought. "I must. I'll never forgive myself if I don't".

Sometimes god hugs me and
I have no idea why
I keep pushing her away
It is as if I hate her
But how could I when
I don't really know her?

The Child that I am