May we discover the gift of the fire burning
in the inner chamber of our being–-
burning great and bright enough
to transform any poison.
May we offer the power of our sorrow to the service
of something greater than ourselves.
May the suffering purify and not paralyze us.
May we endure; may sorrow bond us and not separate us.
May our wrath be cleansing, cutting through
the confusion of denial and greed.
May we not be afraid to see or speak our truth.
May the bleakness of the wasteland be dispelled.
May the soul’s journey be revealed
and the true hunger fed.
May we be forgiven for what we have forgotten
and blessed with the remembrance
of who we really are.
–The Terma Collective (abridged)
