The work of light,
A theurgic awakening meditation.
Go ahead and take a moment now to settle,
Whether you're seated,
Lying down or curled into stillness.
Let the earth beneath you hold you.
Let gravity remind you,
You belong here.
Close your eyes,
If that feels good,
And together now,
Let's breathe,
Inhaling slow and deep,
Exhaling gentle and full,
And again,
Inhaling,
Drawing in the light,
Exhale,
Offering your breath to the great rhythm of being,
And once more,
Inhale,
Then bringing your attention to your heart center,
There in the center of your chest,
Begin to imagine a flame,
Small,
Steady and pure,
The ancient light of the Shakuna,
The divine presence within you.
You need not force it to grow,
Just see it,
Recognize it,
This flame is your holy birthright.
And now,
Let these words rise within,
Holy Presence,
I see you,
I tend your flame with love,
I offer my voice,
My breath,
My being as a sacred act of harmony.
Breathing gently,
With each breath,
Feel that flame glow brighter,
Clearer,
And more radiant.
This is no ordinary fire,
It does not burn,
It heals,
It remembers,
It restores.
Let its light ripple outward now,
To those you love,
To those who are healing,
To the aching corners of the world where grace is needed.
And whisper,
I walk the path not only to awaken,
But to awaken the world,
My thoughts are threads,
My words are songs,
My breath is prayer,
My hands ritual.
And feel into those words,
You are not separate from the divine,
You are a part of its unfolding.
Breathe,
And rest in this knowing,
Let the silence hold you for just a moment.
Then gently bring one hand to your heart,
And the other to your belly.
And whisper with reverence,
May I remember the sacred fire I carry,
May I walk this world in rhythm with the stars,
And may every act be a thread in the tapestry of light.
And take one final breath with me,
Inhaling light,
The world has changed,
But you have not.
And that,
Mokroi,
Is the beginning of every miracle.
