A Late Summer Prayer

I hope that this season, 
the hot sun is a representation 
of a fire lighting up within your heart.

A churning furnace that doesn't whisper, 
but roars reminders
of how inherently beautiful you are.

I hope that you find time to watch
dragonflies perched on river rocks
and the way a meadow looks during golden hour.

Let your simple joys fuel a body of flames so bright 
that they singe away each thread of self-criticism 
floating in from the tangled realm of “this is how you should be"

Lotus in the mud
phoenix in the ashes
full of beginnings, endings, and beginnings again.

Rise, rise, rise.

No matter where the journey takes you
May you smile to yourself among those softer moments
with the realest feeling
that you have, 
and are,
e n o u g h.