First/Last Options

To hate.
To reject.
To destroy.

To pray.
To worship.
To seek with fervent trust.

And so, it continues,
these crossroads of mind,
with prayer seldom thought
outside the worship of a God,
even as meditation for some,
contemplation for others,
collectively and unknowingly seek
the same inner peace of silent echo.

This personal spirit communication,
knowing something listened to
is often not heard,
seeks but to embrace simple entreaties,
imploring the quiet,
welcoming weary chaos,
consoling soul's guileless honesty.

How mesmeric this light,
seen while flinging open windows,
ushering in storm's tempest
to balance misread knowingness
into humble new questions.

These moments, created willingly,
bring choices made evident,
urging prayer of solution be heeded within,
as it serves its echoes without.

For, is not valid prayer but resonance made visible,
resounding its quiet big bang
with no concern for source or object,
merely the wonder of nothingness,
the containment of everything?

Yet…

Prayers to acquire,
Prayers to relieve accountability,
Prayers by rote,
All sadly abound.

Few listen and hear their prayerful answers

living freely within,
for like the lotus flower rooted in mud
while blossoming over water,
genuine prayer knows not to exile negative affection
but to balance independence and belonging.

Perhaps…

Such freedom from “want” comes not by formal effort,
but by allowing one's essence of harmony
to forever provide one's first and last options.