* May we see the everlasting heart in the heart that aches, in the heart that hurts. May we see the unbroken, unborn, and undying heart.
* May we see the eternal yes, the eternal hope, the eternal song, the eternal promise, the eternal night made visible by the eternal stars.
* May we learn to see every misfortune as the opportunity for a more radical, more profound, deeper, rarer “yes.”
* May we have the eyes of poets, the hearts of saints, the ears of angel singers, the lips of praise, the touch of kindness.
* Pierce our hearts with the arrows of blind and absolute faith.
* Make our loyalty and devotion to each other nuclear. Split open our fears, split open our doubts, let from our blood the hesitations and cook up the precious metal of hallelujah.
* Make our minds servants, conduits, vessels, of holy light and holy truth. Remove all barbs of jealousy, envy, bitterness, and hatred, and make our minds like the moon white lotuses, floating but never wet, thinking thoughts of your love but content to wait for your touch.
* Teach us to walk with you, like the midwives of death, content with impermanence, living memorials to the undying and the unborn. Teach us to wear the black that glistens with so many gentle, white furnaces.
* Disappoint all of our needs until we need only you.
* Take our legacy and burn its pages, if it only offers some small fragrance of our love.
* Make us martyrs of each and every experience, dying, longing, living for the sacred word beyond actions and results, beyond free-will.
* Give food to the hungry, hope to those in despair, bless our earth, shelter those in need, sing to those who need faith, and comfort those who are alone.
* Show us the vastness of life, of creation, of love and life and danger and horror, and then visit us as a friend, a father or mother, a son or daughter, a teacher or an enemy.
We will wait, and wait, and wait until we are sincere, and sincere again. You can do what you like, and we will practice your ever-loving mantra: Yes. and Yes. and Yes. Amen.