May my heart light my way. May it come into a place not unlike the narrow line that exists between water and fire, a pocket of stillness where both forces are within reach. Then I could learn their ways, how to call on them, how to let them enter me, how to recognize which one is called for. Then I might discover how to refuse nothing, yet also how to hold on to nothing.
May my heart find peace. May it find a way to be supported by the great net of life – the embroidery of things – and not lose itself in the intricate mesh. Then it might remember to bow more readily, honoring what support it has already found.
Having lost my way many times before, may I more easily recognize those paths and not start down them again. May I light my way instead of losing it.