Prayer for the overwhelmed @ 3am

I am not my body.
I am not my thoughts.
I am not my feelings.

I am not my body.
I am not my thoughts.
I am not my feelings.

I am nothing – that can be perceived.

I am perception.
I am awareness.

I am the silence that holds the sound.
I am the stillness that shelters thought.
I am the space that existence manifests within.

I am the kindly witness.

And this body is a poem spoken by life;
These thoughts are the darting fish in the coral reef;
These feelings are the clouds in an ageless sky.

This body is a tragedy, a comedy, a romance;
These thoughts are imagination’s reckless suggestions;
These feelings are sunlight flickering
through dark-green overlapping leaves.

This body is a gentle animal, hungry and seeking pleasure;
these thoughts are clouds of bats that eclipse the setting sun;
these feelings are the wonders and terrors of the deepest ocean.

This body is the obdurate memory of curiosity;
these thoughts are the cartwheeling sparks of fire
that fly between moonbeams;
these feelings are a labyrinth, and a hero, and a monster.

And this body, and these thoughts, and these feelings,
are the tangled branches and strangling vines, the spiring trees and the mud and the leeches and the squabbling parrots.

They are the fresh buds and the sweet flowers, the rotting compost that furtive creatures hide within, they are the roots and the buttresses and the cold-hearted python who waits.

They are the seedlings and the ancient giants, the orchids and the tree‑ferns, and the hole in the canopy that sunlight streams through, a great clear window into this humid, verdant, fecund temple.

All contained within the baroque, Byzantine miracle of a breath,
and all beheld by the kindly witness.

I am the kindly witness.

I am the space that existence manifests within.
I am the stillness that shelters thought.
I am the silence that holds the sound.

I am awareness.
I am perception.
I am nothing – that can be perceived.

I am not my feelings.
I am not my thoughts.
I am not my body.

I am not these feelings.
I am not these thoughts.
I am not this body.

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