I call upon and invoke the presence of my innocence. Invoking my inner heart and my inner thoughts. Thoughts with no purpose, feelings with no direction.
I see and experience myself as a wholesome part of an evolving ocean of consciousness. Winds of change blow and caress my surface, while currents of transformation stir my depth.
I accept for there is nothing not of me. I allow, as I am an essential part of this divine and infinite story. This dramatic comedy of planned mistakes is the story I choose to write. I witness in silence, my smile is my melody.
I act and perform without fear. This stage receives me whole. In here, one cannot err. The stage changes as I change the climate of my heart. The colorful actors appear as my story unfolds. Each carrying a gift, each a mystery to resolve.
I call upon and dream-awake the hidden forces of inspiration. I behold their greatness appearing from within the dark. A brightness, a flickering shine. I bathe in their glory and emerge anew. I write, I dance and sing, allowing their presence to form my wings of creativity.
I open and soften my heart. Allowing a listening I have never heard. I realize there so much more than I can see. And even more than I have tasted. My heart flutters at the thought of more. Longing for the dampness of soil beneath my feet and the calling of a distant seagull.
I call upon and dream-awake the forgotten powers of my soul. My all-knowing heart and my all-forgiving soul. I ask for the enveloping of compassion and the benevolence of the stars and moon. I call to the sun and the forces of nature, awaken, heal and connect us. Bring us together and remind us our beauty.
I call upon and invoke the presence of my innocence. For I know not the art of prayer, nor do I know the way of eternity. I simply ask and sing my song, show me, hear me, dance with me towards love.
I witness in silence,
my smile… is my melody.