Close my eyes, center
I must draw her close
Breathe her in
Let her pure essence drive out all the ills that take residence within me
My fear, my doubt,
My anger, my prejudice, my judgment
An it harm none, do what ye will
Always I must remember this, help me, ancient mother
Drive out the culture of hate and accusation in which I was grown
The culture of conditional love
Help me to accept that which I do not understand
Help my heart to believe what my lips profess
That it's all ok
However difficult it may seem, I always have a kernel of your wisdom within me - Love
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