With an open heart I pray,
I turn towards the east,
The rising sun,
Shining like the fields of grains and wild flowers.
I bow to you.
Let me remember your abundance.
Let me bathe in the warmth of your spring.
I honor the seeds of each sunrise,
The potential of creation in every day.
I honor the light,
The birth of every new beginning.
Great Spirit,
May we speak through me.
May we speak words of wisdom and truth.
May you guide my steps towards the light.
May you give me strength to continue my work in every new day.
I honor the rising sun,
The birth of everyday love.
I bow to your grace,
To your magic.
I'm yours,
I'm yours.
With my open heart in prayer,
I face north.
I honor the winter,
The dark,
The wisdom of the elders.
I invoke my ancestors.
The time of retreat,
To turn my gaze inward,
To acknowledge the shadows of my own being.
With no fear,
I see through the dark,
I know who I am.
I turn my gaze inward,
To feel,
To connect with the invisible realm,
To listen to the guidance of the Spirit.
I am wisdom,
I am wisdom.
With open heart in prayer,
I face west.
And I honor the sunset.
I honor the endings that lead to new beginnings.
I'm not afraid of death,
As I know death is just a new rebirth.
Great Spirit,
Thank you for the cycles completed,
For the full maturity and the times of harvest.
May you remind me of the impermanence of life,
So I can continue honoring each day,
Each life.
With an open heart I pray,
Facing south.
I honor the full blossom of summer.
I honor abundance.
With my heart filled with gratitude and thanks,
I'm open to receive.
I'm open to rise from the shell and to fully blossom.
In the light of love,
In the light of passion.
I am a fertile ground.
I am full.
With an open heart I pray,
Turning my gaze down to earth.
I touch my hands in Pachamama,
The breast of my own mother.
I am her child.
I honor her gifts.
And I receive the embrace of my mother.
In me I recognize her rivers,
Her seeds,
Her flowers and trees.
My body is hers.
I am her.
In my veins her blood.
In my skin her flesh.
In my soul her fire.
And in her wind my breath.
With an open heart I pray.
I raise my arms into the skies and I pray for the Father,
Son,
The Father sky.
I know I'm not alone.
And I sing the songs of the Spirit.
I am connected with the One.
And I can merge in my Father's embrace.
With an open heart in prayer I touch my hands in my own heart.
And I find the balance between here and there,
The earth and the sky.
I am the rhythm of infinite creation.
With each breath in and each breath out.
With each beat of my heart I honor the life that pulses.
I honor all creations.
And my space in the here and now.
I am,
I am,
I am.
Thank you,
Ahogreat Spirit.
Thank you.
