(This poem/prayer is by Rob Brezsny, not me.)
Prayer for You
Believe it or else, beauty and truth fans, it’s time for a Prayer for You.
A prayer to end all prayers. A prayer for everything you never asked for before
because you weren’t sure you deserved it. A special, no-nonsense, hype-free prayer
exclusively for you
in the most unselfish tone of voice
I’ve ever mustered.
Ready?
I am starting to pray right now to the God of Gods, The God beyond all Gods,
the Girlfriend of God, the Teacher of God, the Goddess who invented God
and what I pray is:
Oh Goddess Who Never Kills But ONly Changes,
I pray that my exuberant suave, and accidental words might move You
to unleash ferocious blessings on all the beauty and truth fans who’ve tuned in.
I pray that you’ll grant them what they don’t
even know they want. Not just the boons they think
they need but EVERYTHING they’ve been afraid
to even imagine or wish for.
Teach them to push their own buttons and unbreak
their own hearts
and right their own wrongs
and sing their own songs
and be their own wives
and save their own lives
Oh Goddess, You Wealthy Anarchist Burning Heaven to the Ground,
the divine chameleons out there in sacred space don’t even know they’re crazy.
Please use Your blinding magic to help them see they’re all wildly
creative geniuses too Big for their own bodies. Guide them
to realize that they’re all completely
different from what they think
they are and more exciting than
they can possibly imagine.
Show them hot to purge themselves
of the wishy washy wishes that keep them
distracted from their divine desires.
And make it immoral illegal irrelevant unpatriotic and totally tasteless
for them to be in love with anyone or anything that’s no good for them.
Oh Goddess, You Sly Universal Virus with No Opinion
help them win the battle against time and learn to talk
the language of the most scientific angels and master
the zen of temper tantrums and get a fabulous
mommy and daddy in their next incarnation.
I beg that you help all the personal growth addicts that are reading this prayer to be disciplined
enough to go crazy in the name of Creation not Destruction. I pray
that you teach them the difference between self-destructive self-control and liberating self-control.
Awake in them the power to do the half-right thing when it’s impossible
to do the totally right thing. Arouse the Wild Woman in them, even if they’re men.
Give them bigger, better, more original sins
and wilder, wetter, more interesting problems.
And Goddess, You Pregnant Criminal Who Scorns All Mediocre Longings,
Inspire all the original sinners out their to love their enemies
in case their friends turn out to be jerks.
Provoke them to throw away things that make them believe
they are better than everyone else.
Show them how much fun it is to brag about what they can’t do or don’t have.
Most of all, brain wash them with your freedom
so that they never love their own pain more than anyone else’s pain.
Oh Goddess, You Psychedelic Mushroom Cloud at the Center of All Our Brains,
these budding demeters and innanas and buddhas and christs deserve everything they need
and much more. Please arrange for a racehorse to be named after them
or a boulevard or river…
or 1,000 year old storm on another planet.
Bless them with lucid dreams while they’re awake
and solar operated sex toys and a vacuum cleaner for their magic carpet and a knack
for avoiding other people’s hells and a thousand masks that fit their faces
and their own 900 number so everyone has to pay to talk to them.
Oh Goddess You Dumb Fast Infinitely Wide River of Electricity,
You Smart Slow Smoldering Lump of Angel Fat Left Over from the Big Bang,
You Cool Furnace that Incinerate the Props of Our Nightmares Much Too Slowly,
I pray that you provide all the global village idiots that are reading this prayer
with a license to bend all laws, rules and traditions
that keep them apart from the things they love
and teach them that they can have anything they want
if they’ll only ask for it in an unselfish voice.
Oh Goddess Who Gives Us So Much Love and Pain Together that Our Morality
is Always on the Verge of Collapsing,
I beg you to cast a spell to nullify all bad spells that have ever been cast
on all the beautiful love geniuses out there.
Remove, banish, laugh into oblivion any jinx that has clung to them
even if they’ve grown accustomed or addicted to its ugly companionship.
And if there is anything I have forgotten
which will help their cause
please flash it into my imagination in the coming days and decades.
Motivate me to perform any tricks or carry out any project
that will encourage an abundant flow of sweaty creativity to flow through them
inspiring them to become more wildly disciplined,
erotically feminist, aggressively sensitive, ironically sincere, lyrically logical, insanely poised.
And now, dear God of Gods, God Beyond All Gods,
Sister, Lover, Mother of God,
I bring this prayer to a close trusting that in these mysterious moments
you have impregnated the dream glands of all the beauty and truth fans
with the most compassionate lust and smartest love you can imagine
AMEN
AWOMEN
OMMMM
and
GLORIA HALLELUJAH
you may now kiss yourself on your own lips.
