Part of my work on this planet is to help set the stage for others to ignite their unique, specific passionate response to the world.
In this vein, here’s magnificent poetry by “shamanic soulworker” Melissa LaFlamme.
My prayer is this:
That you embody
your sweaty-palmed longing to rave —
with soul as freedom’s teacher and
spirit as bad-ass trail guide to lead you
to the know-how in your shattered, open heart.
The heart of you
that knows gusty winds and cosmic
do not last.
The heart of you,
reverent now — having kissed
licks life alive again,
to screaming rebellion,
to the freedom to
give it all back to
the crying earth.
To pay the only debt we owe.