At the turn of darkness to light, the full moon

I sat in the feeling of being hunted down, terrorized, and found.

I saw it. I saw them coming. I felt the fear. I tasted the response to hide.

It wasn’t me or mine.

But it was that of a light keeper hiding in plain sight.

This part I don’t know.

She has to swallow that terror and alchemize it or she will always be able

to be hunted and prayed upon by the darkness.

Menaced by the lost and lurking.

What are the prayers?

The Dali Lama chants the Maha Mrityunjaya.

What is my prayer?

Who or what will midwife me through the terror?

Keep me safe while I traverse the lands of scarcity, ruin, bodily fluids, debauchery, lose of container and control.

Please call the midwives together for this return, Mother.

How many walls or sacred tools and energy and time can I keep between “my” sacred and that which is sacred; that which lurks?

My dharma is to unify with the darkness and midwife unity into consciousness.

To play. And pray.

And I need all of the helpers now. Please present yourselves.

Please bring the knowledge and the tools. Please guide my way.

Please have my back and breath.

I am laying myself in your hands with awareness.

May the web of ancestors and the lineage of the light keepers open themselves to me and show me the path.

Make the path visible.

Guide and walk with me together now as we have always done forever.

I remember.

I am here now.

I am this form.

Shake off the dust of my pyramid.

Let the great winds blow through the hillsides and caress my body.

Let the leaves rustling with the wind be my ears.

The grasses dancing be my digestion.

The soil thick and rich my nervous system.

The water, my breath.

Let the animals be my blood.

And all the people of the Earth and their movement be my migration, my circulation.

Posses me. Fill me.

Make me an Instrument of Wonder.

And bring me my floor.

On my knees I bow down and touch the Earth.

United. Hands on me for prayer.

You are welcomed. You are here.

You have arrived.