Awakening Osiris

I am a child in awe of my own power, filled with wonder, bewildered, awake.

I am one of the wonders of earth, full of blood and breath and singing. Even as 
I dance toward the mountain, even as I dance towards death, I celebrate my 
marvelous being.

I have heard lies, yet have not believed them. The things said of me in anger or 
in praise I have not made my own. It is for my conscience to guide my hand, my 
deed to create myself.

In those moments of silence when desire and will are stilled, I know the purpose 
gods know. 

My body is nourished by things of the earth, my spirit by things of the heart. 
Under the flowering trees, I eat the fruit of love, I offer what I have , my 
peace , myself...i wrap my skin in the blue robe  of heaven..I sit in the garden 
listening to birds. I do what my heart tells me, I am what I know, what I feel , 
what I make. I am myself....the ether of  the instant, breathing. I gather and 
build my life..

What can be named can be known, what can not be named must be lived, believed. 

The joy of creating is the joy of forgetting everything else. I lean into life. 
There is no rest. I make children, peace, errors, and trouble. I dance under the 
sunrise and welcome this new day......