Most nights, before going to bed, I pray…

Most nights, before going to bed, I pray…
The door is only open when my mind is clear…
I pray of all different possibilities, all different paths…
Why do I give prayer so much attention?
Because my creator lives there.

When I still my mind, I can see my innermost self…
Like looking in a perfect mirror…
Calm like the dark black waters…
With waves of loving-kindness.

I can see that my soul is splendidly nestled inside…
My largest measure of awe…
Always churning between right and wrong…
Asking questions my mama used to ask.

I live on this earth, in this galaxy, in this universe…
That’s just the way it is…
All fairly improbable…
All completely wonderful…

I can see within myself that my life is totally original…
All I need to do is to find my personal path…
My creator has given me “myself.”
And that is the greatest gift of all

I love you,

Annie