Christopher Hansard:[ The Prayer of The Art of Being Yourself]

Pink blossoms blow on the sharp wind

falling, they circle to the ground

in each a prayer of beauty

and growth

so profound

that in the rantings of our daily minds

we miss the prayer itself

for every prayer that has been prayed before

is prayed again, and that is

the mystery of prayer

the unknown in the thought and spoken

we pray the same prayers as our ancestors

and that gives power to the prayer coming true

in each of our ancestral lines there is a prayer

one that flows through generations

what is that prayer in your ancestors

what will it be in your descendents?

Prayer gives continuity to the deepest psyche of the human species

it is the glue between reason and intuition

between hope and despair

each of us the words of the unspoken prayer

I pray for my enemies, my friends, my family

the unknown and the known too

I pray for the beauty of the universe’s becoming

and for the intelligence of light and sound

for the God that you believe in

every form of God needs your prayers

but in the end

the unspoken way becomes the prayer that is acted out

in all life and energy

Pink blossoms come falling on the wind

each an aeon, a taste of eternity’s sad longing

for union with time

I hear the breath of everyone and in that breath,

individual and fragile

there is a single prayer

the prayer of the art of being your self

for that is the mystery

that Life offers us

to explore