Child Of The Universe
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Morning sun pours between branches of trees, dappling the rain-wet grass with light. Water droplets on the ground before me sparkle like stars. They are held in the arms of a labyrinth that is the shape of a spiral galaxy. Feet bare, I enter the labyrinth, walking along the damp path, the result of a predawn downpour. As I travel this galaxy, I sing,
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.*
I wind my way to the center – a black hole – and back out again, all the while receiving the radiant blessing of the star that sustains us all. Now facing east, standing before a galaxy made of orange cotton cord, I pray,
For all that is. For the cosmic matrix from which we all arise each moment of each day – ever originating, ever becoming, ever being, and ever present. Here. Now. Always. Thank you.
For all that is,
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*Excerpt from Desiderata by Max Ehrmann, 1927. Recorded in 1971 by Les Crane, music by Fred Werner.