May our greatest struggles becomes our greatest blessings.
Oh, beautiful darkness...
Queen of mystery,
Mistress of the blackest night.
I bow to you, humbled & speechless
I surrender the tender vulnerability of my heart to your pulse.
I find shelter in your silence, and seek grace in the face of the unknown.
Stepping onto the ground is a sacred act.
It is the affirmation of our aliveness.
Like the beads of a japa mala, each footstep reveals the resonance of our true being.