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November 2009 
A House of Prayer
Posted on Mar 13th, 2009
by 
Tina
Tina
In my house of prayer, my temple...I honor love.
True to myself love.
Love that can not possible be given to anyone else - without first cracking open my own heart - so that all of the passionate, raw desire for living can flow out of my form...and back in...leaving glorious radiance.
This love is mine. Mine to give and mine to receive. I take ownership and responsibility for this love.
In my house of prayer, my temple... I honor integrity.
Look myself in the mirror Integrity.
This kind of integrity does not dip into self accommodating comfort talk. You know, the kind of thing that I might say to myself to make a situation or behavior "ok". I believe holding myself accountable will make my smile real and gets me a solid 8 hours of sleep.
In my house of prayer, my temple... I honor family and clan.
The kind of community that is diligent in it's efforts to uplift, celebrate and support the relationships that nourish our lives.
In my house of prayer, my temple...I honor my sacredness.
I can dance with this sacredness in the undulating movement of a strong tide as I allow my body to move with the waves. I hear this same sacredness in my children's steady breathing as they dream about the life that is unforlding before them. I feel this sacredness in my lover's hands as they flow over my body in the early morning before daybreak.
In my house of prayer, my temple... I honor gratitude and service. And yes, I am overwhelmingly thankful...and I am so blessed...and I gladly give my free will to serve at the pleasure of the Divine.
True to myself love.
Love that can not possible be given to anyone else - without first cracking open my own heart - so that all of the passionate, raw desire for living can flow out of my form...and back in...leaving glorious radiance.
This love is mine. Mine to give and mine to receive. I take ownership and responsibility for this love.
In my house of prayer, my temple... I honor integrity.
Look myself in the mirror Integrity.
This kind of integrity does not dip into self accommodating comfort talk. You know, the kind of thing that I might say to myself to make a situation or behavior "ok". I believe holding myself accountable will make my smile real and gets me a solid 8 hours of sleep.
In my house of prayer, my temple... I honor family and clan.
The kind of community that is diligent in it's efforts to uplift, celebrate and support the relationships that nourish our lives.
In my house of prayer, my temple...I honor my sacredness.
I can dance with this sacredness in the undulating movement of a strong tide as I allow my body to move with the waves. I hear this same sacredness in my children's steady breathing as they dream about the life that is unforlding before them. I feel this sacredness in my lover's hands as they flow over my body in the early morning before daybreak.
In my house of prayer, my temple... I honor gratitude and service. And yes, I am overwhelmingly thankful...and I am so blessed...and I gladly give my free will to serve at the pleasure of the Divine.
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