Moving mountains in our paths,
with bear hands and sounds of angels;
questioning scientists is it human or not,
when a group of people come together with a mission – we all move mountains.
Coming together to feel the peace,
creating those feelings of power;
declining tragedy and secret traditions,
embracing experiences in our hearts.
Viewed by the scientist, it may be a moment in time,
By others, such prayers are continuous;
It has no end, as it has no beginning,
sacred and clear.
It is not something we do, but something we become;
we become the prayer,
every time, every moment, feeling based;
Like a tree, car, park…
Always being in prayer, and not in a moment;
a way a life,
the prayer never ends.
Inspired by Gregg Braden