Oh Father of the Universe
Oh Mother of all things
Oh You who in the very first
Did breathe life into empty dust
In the beginning was the word.
Oh you who made the mighty kings,
Who made all gentle, broken things
Be here with us.
Oh Mother of the Universe
Oh Father of all things
Oh You who on that first day
Did breathe life into empty clay
In the beginning was the way.
Oh you who made the mighty kings
Who made all gentle, broken things
Be here with me.
And let your deepest truth unfold,
And this, your finest art, behold;
A gentle, broken thing made whole.
"In the post-meditative experience become a child of illusion" is a slogan from the Tibetan mind training tradition. We engage the world as we experience it all the while realizing that reality is not as it seems to be.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Sunday prayer blogging
This is by a Unitarian minister:
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