May marigold petals spill from your lips and string the air with ember prayer flags
May your bare feet revel in the rain kissed earth
May your fingers caress the tender place between blossom and root, where growth is both ancient and emerging
May your embraces bring you belly to belly with the beings you cherish
May your sense of silliness guide you into a supple position, where humble heart is open, and wonder mind is wide
May your spirit remain enchanted by the shimmer of great Mystery
May the wind share sacred secrets in a swaying rustle hush
May the syllables of nature form a wild mantra you can repeat
each morning as you rise
each evening as you retreat
May curiosity gently guide you
May delight invite you into presence
May you behold each moment as beloved
May you behold each moment as your home