Filled
Filled as my feet walk upon Earth.
Filled by the cleansing breath of the breeze on my face.
Filled by the lap lapping of sweet waters as I bathe.
And filled by the gentle kisses of the
Sun on my tender skin.
Receiving.
Receiving it all in my own true way.
Deep knowing that I am a holy vessel.
Remembering.
Remembering this in each infinite moment, each sacred drop of
time,
is my prayer.