There is an ancient wonder calling me to love,
And to all of the ways that I can be love.
For in the honor of the sacred,
I feel blessed.
I know that I am the one that brings to life all beauty,
All joy,
All tenderness.
My love is the appreciation of all things and of all of life.
It is the mesmerizing field of love that adorns my heart,
Into the grace of life,
Into all things before me.
Into the greatest convictions of miracles.
For love's platitude is my faithful wonder,
My reprieve,
My journey.
In the clear moments,
In the amplitude of forever,
In the glorious ways,
Love brings to me the belief I rise unto the sacred.
I rise to life all of what I shall live and breathe.
And all towards the meadow of light,
Of understanding,
Of love,
Of conviction.
Into the path of the sacred,
I am born.
Into the path of life,
The path of all life,
The path of my heart in perfection of me.
My clear witnessing is the sacred.
My clear and perfect love is the path unto everything.
Namaste.
