piece_of_a_prayer raze most of my prayers are left unsaid. they're felt more than spoken. this is one i want to speak. not as a prayer to any god, but to whatever current carries these words from my viscera and gives them back to me. "i offer myself to thee to build with me and do with me as thou wilt." it's just a piece of a prayer, really. it's not the whole thing. but it's the one piece i think i can live up to and into, if only i can make myself a worthy enough vessel. 220316 ... epitome of incomprehensibility undatir balam dhatta ojo dhatta balam dhatta wetting one (i.e., rain), give me strength, give me might, give me strength (from the Taittiriya Samhita; the prof said that this wasn't so much a prayer for rain as a protection against harm from it, since it's about a person doing a consecration rite to the fire god Agni, so the idea is that rain might be an opposed element) (so it's like: rain, give me strength, but don't destroy my consecration) (it's not personal for me, but I can think about it like this: find the good part of little things that I'm annoyed by, and let the good and bad feelings sit side by side without fighting) 220316 what's it to you? who go blather from