Presence Prayer

O Mother/Father God, You know
I rarely pray to You
For any selfish thing, but rather
Try to keep within my view
The highest good for everyone
In everything I think and do

For most of life I prayed to serve
Exclusive of self interest
Until just a few years ago
Light Spirit said it would be best
Now that my moral strength is firm
To make a new request

‘Twas then I asked — for only when
It be appropriate
And if to as effective
Service thusly I could get —
If by the Divine interest
My own might best be met,

Then willing, even eager
It was certain I would be
To shed the older mode
Of selfless exclusivity
And ask in service that I might
Also my dearest int’rests see

Today, Gaia’s ascension
Complete with all who here
In service and humility
Have chosen to appear
Upon a troubled world, become
A lesser prey to Fear

Our otherwordly coaches
One and all assure us now,
When showing us the method
Listing us the when and how
Of worldwide liberation,
Ask us presently allow

Consideration of our own
Most precious happiness,
When issuing in meditation
Unconscious requests
Or, consciously, we pray,
Ourselves with happiness to bless —

O Mother/Father God
If that instruction is to You
And to Divine intention
Indeed radiantly true
Then here’s the happiness
Aspire this poet doth unto:

Is there a place in which
My presence not subtract but give
An essence helps the people there
Some happier to live
No part of this small self
Constituted a negative?

Where good intention met likewise
With good intention be
Nor need concern a seeming friend
Is sucking up ones energy
With appetite from sad here seems
Accepted universally?

Is there a rent which leaves me
Funds to actually live
And to creative energy
Its due consideration give
In such small ratio to the
Benefits be relative

Not only to myself but
Every creature me surround?
Are there ears will be happy made
By musical and joyful sound —
All that I can provide
But also rarely to be found

In harmony and cognizance,
Where I am recognized
For having paid such a great price,
Deeming that purchase to be prized?
People who can live beside
Poetry — living, realized

In human form? Can understand
I spend most of my time alone
Need quietness, a place to smoke
Hate talking on the phone
Nor find such simple needs to be
Aught that they should bemoan?

Where native cheerfulness result
Gracious communion in
Whether the day is ending
Or that same day but begin
For what by sly, mean insult
Would we e’er hope to win

In any measure worthy as
The warmth of heart which come
A truly heartfelt, quiet, gentle
Morning greeting from
After which that day beautiful
And blossoming become?

Where conversation centers on
The sweet affirmative
The same attention paid
To helping one another live
Which here is paid to calculating
What they might be made to give?

Doth such a place exist?
Well, I certainly do —
It seems if there is one of me
There might perhaps be two
Or even several — I know
Nothing’s impossible to You

Today my pray’r is different
Than hath any other been
Which passed have in this poet’s life
My heart and Your great own between
Through all the sacrifices
That this servant’s path hath seen

Nor would I be requesting it
In absence of encouragement
From spiritual sources
Have their authority lent
To some of life’s exper’iences
In ways most surely meant

Beyond the slightest doubt convince
This slowly learning seeker of
The intricate attention
And power of Your present love —
So if it serve in ways I am
Blindly Ignorant of

I volunteer with quailing heart
To stay right where I be
Continuing to pray and to
Contribute present energy
The which remains unseen
If not deemed well despised to be

But if indeed it is, as these
Limited mortal eyes here see
A situation so ingrained
Integral to reality
Constructed for each other
Among those with whom I be

And if there, also, is a place
Where pleasant and aware
Folks for me with my little quirks
Might somehow come to care —
Would it give any benefit
For You to put me there?…

I now add qualifiers
Long ago were taught to me
So that there no harm might
All unintended come to be
To any other spirit through
My own heartfelt prayerful plea

“According to the laws of freewill”
Of these statements is the first
And “For the good of All” prevents
At least the very worst
Negative repercussions
Or indeed even such may reverse

“With Love” we go still further;
May each present person feel
At ending of these changes
That they got the better deal
Then, “Perfectly,” because with love
We know Perfection to be real

And then of course we finish
With a word that means the same
No matter what tradition
Or religion one might name
In this whole world since it indeed
A whole wide world became:

“Hear, O God, our pray’r”
“Amen,” “Ameen,” “Let it be so,”
“On Nama Shiva Ya”
“Metaquese” and “Ho!”
It doesn’t matter where or when
In history we go

Our pleas to heaven end the same —
Now look what I have done
Upon a diff’rent road
Than I was on I have begun
I hope it’s really not a sin
To have a little fun!



Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

2 Comments Leave a comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: