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I don’t say my prayers. I write them. I dance them. I sing them. I feel them.
I am never more connected than when I create.
It centers me like nothing else and I am fully here.
Troubles large and small melt into nothing.
I am in complete awe of your love.
I cannot give this gift away fast enough.
There are no real rules, only specific pathways,
As there is no limit on the infinite possibilities of life.
Prayer is as much a full body experience as an into soul one.
I used to get lost in words that even I seldom understood.
Now, I get lost whenever I am without them.