ποΈ BLESSING FOR YOUR BODY, MIND, SPIRIT & HANDS
I call now to the breath within meβ to the first pulse of light that chose this form. To the ancient voice behind my voice, the one that remembers. Bless these hands β hands that have shaped beauty from sorrow, that have given freely even when empty, that still reach, still hold, still create. Let them be covered in golden protection, let no thief take from them again. Let every motion now be sacred. Bless this mind β brilliant and broken open, fed by stars and carved by grief. Let it be shielded from the noise of false mirrors. Let it know clarity over confusion, vision over distortion. Bless this spirit β the one who volunteered to come here, who knew this world would lie but came anyway to remember. Let it be restored. Let it be held. Let it rise again with fire no one can counterfeit. Bless this body β tired, radiant, holy. This temple that has endured too much. Let it be wrapped now in healing. Let the ache be eased, let the shaking turn to song. And ...