Let me live with a heart as wide as the sky at the shore.

Let my soul’s voice whisper to me like a purring cat.

Let my words be heard as church bells ringing over ancient velvet hills.

Let me feel my self-love like fleecy mittens caressing my face.

Let my judgment melt away like ice scattered on hot asphalt.

Let my prayers of forgiveness be carried like scarlet leaves on the wind.

Let lovely, strange music heal my seeping wounds.

Let effortless joy lead me to my true family.

Let the songs inside me find a worthy singer.

Let me sleep soundly in the arms of unrelenting compassion while angels braid my hair.

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