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In the Morning
Bowing Before Mystery
I bow before the Mystery,
which I do not know
and yet is part of me.
I recognize it in acts of selfless love.
I know it when I recall times of deep engagement,
times which were healing to both of us.
It comes upon me suddenly when I encounter
I start this day bowing to the Mystery,
inviting it into my conscious presence,
praying that it will have its way with me this day:
subduing anything tight, mean, or small,
and replacing those with expansive, inclusive love.
May the Mystery be known in me this day.
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