I sit cross-legged,
My hands in prayer.
From my practice sweat glistens on my face.
My thoughts press in but I let them be.
On by, again and again, they race.
There’s something to say, I feel it inside.
I search for reasons, for words to be there.
My mind bursts with what I want from the Goddess, from the Universe,
but for now that’s not the message my soul bears.
I so want to feel something,
to say the perfect prayer,
and then there in the dark, I’m hit.
“Thank you,” I utter. All is still. My heart swells.
And that’s enough. I know those words were it.
