The Scripture of Circle and Prayer for She
There is no refuge
No destination
No resolution
Only this
Blessed are the fruit of my womb
Blessed are the cycles that have no end
Blessed is the Wound
Blessed is the Hole
Blessed is the space that holds you always
Blessed is the unfinished life
Blessed is the eternal and unchanging
Blessed are we who bear the unbearable
Who carry our cross from first to last breath
And know the relentless mercy of the
Mysterious Other
Known only when we sacrifice our reaching
There is no Refuge
No destination
No resolution
Only This
To you who are the Birther of Samsara
And the doorway to Nirvana
To you whose Love
Is the bridge that flows between them
To you that holds the mirror of perfection
Inside the crack of imperfection
Whose Road leads nowhere and is everywhere
To you whose breast is the refuge of no refuge
To you whose passion dissolves all ignorance
And whose innocence reveals unstained beauty
Enveloped in your Grace
With no where to Go
Around and around
Heart to Ground
Here, I am
-Maya Luna