A blessing: May we be released from the cog of repetition, busyness, and familiarity.
May we sing ourselves and one another awake. Now.
This is what was bequeathed us:
This earth the beloved left
And, leaving,
Left to us.
No other world
But this one:
Willows and the river
And the factory
With its black smokestacks.
No other shore, only this bank
On which the living gather.
No meaning but what we find here.
No purpose but what we make.
That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:
Turn me into song; sing me awake.
Suggested musical selection to accompany you: Cello music in Gregorian style:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HJMbhbL4F0
Gregory Orr, from How Beautiful the Beloved
Copyrighted material; for educational/therapeutic purposes only.
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