On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance to balance you.
And when your eyes freeze behind the gray window and
the ghost of lost gets in to you,may a flock of colors, indigo, red, green and azure blue come to awaken in you a meadow of
delight.
When the canvas frays in the curach of thought and
a stain of ocean blackens beneath you, may there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may
the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow wind work these words of love around
you, an invisible cloak to mind your life.
