May you be Happy. May you be at Peace
May you be happy and healthy and loved. May you be safe and protected, free from suffering. May you be alive, engaged and joyful. May you have inner peace and ease.
May a small circle of safety find you, even if it is only the space of one breath.
What does it mean to see the sacred everywhere when the world contains so much suffering? Perhaps the sacred is not always what is happening, but what suffering cannot extinguish.
We don’t learn to see the sacred everywhere by making everything sacred. We learn by noticing that it was never absent.
At the heart of this poem is the stripping away of every identity: religion, geography, body, soul, origin — even the separate “I.” What remains is the Beloved: the indivisible reality beneath all forms, the ground to which we all belong.