May I walk gently through this world,
Neither grasping nor turning away.
May I meet each moment with an open heart,
As steady as the sky.
May I know that joy is not something to chase,
But something to welcome.
That sorrow is not a mistake,
But a river carrying me deeper.
May I remember that love is not earned,
But woven into the fabric of my being.
That I do not need to be more or less to be worthy of belonging.
May I soften where I am rigid,
Trust where I hesitate,
And know that even in my breaking,
Something sacred remains whole.
May I rest in knowing that I am held,
Even when I cannot feel it.
That life moves through me,
Through all things,
Like wind through the trees.
May I surrender to the ebb and flow,
To the rising and the falling,
To the light that finds its way,
Even through the smallest cracks.
And when my path is unclear,
When my hands are empty,
May I remember that emptiness is not lack,
But space.
Space for grace,
For wonder,
For the quiet hum of existence itself.
And in that space,
May I simply breathe,
And know that I am enough.