Morning meditation prayer

I crawl out of bed to give you praise,
to worship the infinite God
who is my still-warm bed
who is the pillow, lovingly pressed
who is the carpet I just walked on
who is the chair that takes my weight
who is my breathing as I breathe in and out your praise
who is the sounds of praise, the words of praise
as well as the object of that praise, to which all praise is directed –
Everywhere God:
I slept on God to walk upon God, to sit upon God,
to breathe in God, using God to praise God
as infinity continues on

© Meisaan Chan

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Parable of the countless open doors

There once was a woman who entered a mansion with countless rooms and countless open doors, and each door led into a place of light and fragrance. She walked up and down the endless corridors. Then, overwhelmed, she sat down in a hallway and cried, “My life is wretched!”

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When loving is difficult, rejoice!

When loving is difficult, rejoice!
An opportunity to transform into a million stars!

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My ardor for you

I crave you in all
as a lover craves the taste of the beloved

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The four elements as spiritual mentors

The four elements, clearly, are older than prayer.
Learn from them, your mentors

Aligning your prayer to the elements is knowing your place
and the beginning of your relationship to them

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Embodied reminders of infinity

I used to despise the action of praying hands,
fingers stretched heavenward, the image of thin and fake piety, of thoughtlessness.
I used to refuse to do it.
Then Spirit showed me how to reclaim it.
Now, I feel the base of my thumbs resting upon the skin of my heart
Now, I feel my heartbeat through this body connection of the thumbs to chest
Now, I feel the vertical meridian stretching upward to infinity,
downward to infinity, the horizontal meridian of the
base of my thumbs stretching inward to infinity
my pinkies stretching outward to infinity,
so many embodied reminders of infinity
in praying hands

© Meisaan Chan

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Tender washing over me

Tender washing over me
all the ways that you abound
all the ways that you wash
endless sea

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The everything

Cross the desert, says the Lord
I am too weak, I say
I am your strength, the Lord replies

Cross the desert, says the Lord
I have no supplies, I say
I am your supplies, the Lord replies

Cross the desert, says the Lord
I do not know the direction, I say
I am your direction, the Lord replies

Cross the desert, says the Lord
It is too hot, I say
I am your refuge, the Lord replies

Cross the desert, says the Lord
I have nothing, I say
I am your everything, the Lord replies

© Meisaan Chan

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The advice

What you see is not what you need to deal with.
Go deeper

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On thoughts

Beloved horse wanders
without training

With some training,
reins slow down its desire to gallop
pulling hard, any moment it could break

Sometimes inattentiveness, full gallop
and pulling on reins doesn’t stop
hopelessly carried along,
too much, too little

Beloved horse can still be beloved
and still need more training

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