PRAYER : O Universe

 

O Universe

Which is Art
Which made all the things
I walk to your periphery, to your kernel
Lay down and dream there
Of the divine amid the banal
Of the journey by which I came to you
Of my breath and blood, and the scarcity of life

I ask how we may come into aliveness, beauty,
wonder and truth in your mystery
And know this is the work

I breath aliveness until my dying breath
And when death offers it’s hand
I reach out and take it

This is the art-work of the Monk

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