The Sunday Prayer:
The sun of my heart
reaches out to the sun of the skies.
Mirrors of light. Twin flames. Lovers.
Explode and burn.
Destroy and disintegrate.
Turn them into ashes,
the things I offer you.
As you explode and burn, give life.
As you destroy and disintegrate, revitalize.
From the ashes I offer,
from the glowing embers
sprout chrysanthemums of glory
gilded with victorious light
with petals of grace and richness.
Scent of joy, strength, and abundance.
I bow down in the white temple.
Your golden helmet gleams
and it burns my eyes deliciously,
and straight to my center.
Oh yes I hear it now,
your wisdom in tongues of flame that do not burn
but nourish.
I am undying and from this undeath may your eternal light warm the sadness of this earth,
and most importantly,
the sun of my heart.


















