Returning to that very source of all beings
I beg from that foundation of my existence
For a single ray of light in the sun
That I may never be confounded in confusion
For a piece of cool calmness of the moon
that I may never loose my serenity
For a sparkle of that unceasing dance of the fire
that I may never fail to warm another soul
For a moment in that swiftness of the lightning
that I may never procrastinate my responsibility
For a bit of gentleness of that gentle breeze
that I may not snuff out a dream of a fragile human
For a morsel of depth of the ocean
that I may not bear a pharisaic hypocrisy, superficiality
For a scrap of firmness of the rock
that in me others may discover a security
For a crumb of stability of the mother earth
that I may be found dependable as I journey the globe
I beg from that foundation of my existence
For a single ray of light in the sun
That I may never be confounded in confusion
For a piece of cool calmness of the moon
that I may never loose my serenity
For a sparkle of that unceasing dance of the fire
that I may never fail to warm another soul
For a moment in that swiftness of the lightning
that I may never procrastinate my responsibility
For a bit of gentleness of that gentle breeze
that I may not snuff out a dream of a fragile human
For a morsel of depth of the ocean
that I may not bear a pharisaic hypocrisy, superficiality
For a scrap of firmness of the rock
that in me others may discover a security
For a crumb of stability of the mother earth
that I may be found dependable as I journey the globe
Henry Victor 01.12.2003
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