Irrigate my soul with diamonds and pearls.
Open for me the canals of lyrical springs.
Sing to mother bluebird; sing to her
Father’s heart.
Now dance with flowers of blissful gardens,
my spirit;
never
allow our Souls rest from the joys of summer;
never
allow me full passage to my destructive self;
maintain
for me an awning of mystical protection;
keep
awhirl minds of the many hyenas that stalk;
those
that lurk in shadows, envious unto the shattered bone.
My Invisible All, my last thought, my first
breath,
refresh
me, purge and cleanse me, as I meditate oft and again.
