i bless thee Oh Son –
moon and stars.
great Tao of truth,
righteous is thy rain
and holy are the mighty oak.
magnificent are the lampyridae,
majestic are the hills and mountains,
wonderful is the sound of my breath,
how sacred is the night.
it is privilege to boast thee!
do not leave me,
your presence
exceeds all pleasure.
help me to praise you,
and show me the way.
that i may record thee,
make thyself known.
keep me from delusion
and destroy my vanity
for all to see.
you increase my lungs,
you give air to my head.
my blood flows without hurdle
you lay me down, that i might sleep
and no thought enters my mind.
all words are babel
in your presence,
i will speak only the holy
language of silence —
forbid my tongue.
strengthen my bones,
ease my hips,
release my neck
and flex my back.
awake!
ascend thy helix chine,
Kundalini rise!
kindle O’ wick of mind.
vanquish self from i.
steal my mind,
steel my mind,
still my mind.
by K.Osei
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