my daily prayer to this meandering small self

my daily prayer to this meandering small self

being beautifully fed, watered and grown from within the echo’s of Hazrat Inayat Khan (vol 7 p222 onwards), whose words encourage a deepening within One enduring, loving and forgiving Heart.

May my temperament be a negative temperament, resigned, perfectly resigned to the will of Love.

May i learn patience, confidence, endurance, tolerance.

May i carry my cross; be crucified a thousand times.

Ongoing in this life, may i know what Love is.

And as i already flow within the abundance of silent air

May i also rest my need to know.

Effacing myself may i smooth away my thougths of personality.

May i dissolve the rock and out of which become water.

May my way not be the hammer but of water, for the hammer breaks a rock, while water surrounds it and makes its way.

May my way give peace and comfort to those who come in contact with it.

May i heal and lift up those who are grasping in darkness, who are touching the depths of their earth.

May i develop love that one desires to see in our mothers and fathers and may that love be flowing towards every person, every soul.

It is not just a fable that the trees and the rocks speak, may my sympathy develop so i hear the rock and plant and tree.

Breathing for and with me, may we still.

Within this sharing breeze may roots enmesh, may Fragrances restore, refresh, awaken at our very core.

May nature open up before me.

May i communicate, wordlessly, with every form of life.

May it not be necesscary that i should leave this world, for whether in a forest or admist the worlds strife, the souls of human kindness are always capable of rising to great heights.

May i wish

desire beyond desire

move and immerse

this small self

within these waves and vibrations of Beloved Oneness

always and forever may we

inter-be

so be it

let it be so

Amen.

Presence perfect

formless beyond description

arisen upon descent

saving all-told from destruction

a presence that Perfection sent.

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spreading laced veils before us

we smile and cry through our strife

mourning, while weal’s keep on turning

salt weaving the woundings of life.

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borne high we stoop low for a season

to carry the wrong with the right

we weigh every load upon reason

just like beasts in the burden of night.

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yet spirits smile silent upon us

sweet fragrances sent in the sky

even tides sway to know moonlight

ravines weep down steep mountainside.

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eagles charm Light with their feathering

angel wings balm every soar

Love reigns to sooth with Her weathering

Life water flows deep in our core.