Blessed are those whose sanctified butts sit on righteous pews of holiness. For long moments they forget they are urine and shit-filled bags of mucous and puss.
Blessed are those who arise in the morning and go on anyway. For they are the salt of the earth, sprinkled on the bland flat food of corporate America.
Blessed are those who have found a niche of companionship and love. For they refute the arrogant bastards of the supremacy of war.
Blessed am I for refusing to paint my face with decorum. For I wear the undying paint of Crazy Horse, of Jesus, and Vajrapani.
Blessed are the spiritual marines of all religions and of no religion save one. For they shall inherit the wind, the holy wind that sustains the cosmos.
Amen.
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Blessed are those who strive to open, and who work to help others open too.
ReplyDeleteBlessed are those who are mindful of the present, and show others how to live Now, as it is the only time we can live,
Blessed are those who teach techniques for centering ourselves, so we can move through this ongoing, challenging birthing process from our one-point.
Blessed are those who bring loving-kindness into the world, and show others how to adopt the wisdom of this practice.
Blessed are those who breathe the love that breathes us, and encourage others to do the same.
Blessed are you, George, for the light you shine and inspire in others.