By Rob Brezny:
Oh Goddess, you wildly disciplined, radically curious, shockingly friendly, fanatically balanced, mysteriously truthful, teasingly healing, lyrically logical master of rowdy bliss:
I ask you to give your unconventionally unconditional love to all the budding messiahs who read this prayer; love them with all of your ocean and sky and fire and earth.
Cultivate in yourself a fervent yearning for their companionship. Play with them every day. Answer their questions. Listen to their stories.
Inspire them not just to nag you for what they want, but also to thank you for the uncanny gifts you flood them with.
And if there are any pockets of ignorance or hatred these insanely poised creators might be harboring, any inadvertent idiocies that keep them blind to your blessings, please flush them out as soon as possible.
