# A pinch of spirituality never hurts...

*...to become the intentions you are setting*

By [Bodhilama](https://paragraph.com/@bodhilama) · 2024-08-02

planet108, solarpunk, art, spirituality, fiction, storytelling, poetry, justbeink

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**The altar was clean & tidy. A flame was lit & dancing.**

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Bodhilama was sitting in Padmasana.  
Today was the beginning of a new month.  
This was the time when he sat and sets# intentions for the coming month.

His lips formed words he couldn't control. A prayer came out.  
The sound of his voice radiated a depth unknown in this world.  
He was not thinking, yet flowing. And the flow became reality.

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_"Oooh Divine, Mother & Father of universe.  
The one who unites the nothingness in its presence.  
You who manifests in Earth, Wind, Fire & Water.  
Give me the strength to find Consistency every day.  
What I am say and write, I want to become.  
What I become I want to transform into inspiration.  
What I transform will be service to others._

_Oooh Divine, Earth & Sky and everything in between.  
The one who is nothing and yet everything in one.  
Give me the power to be Patient  
with the world around & within,  
let me feel Gratitude for what is,  
no matter whether it is good or bad,  
left or right, up or down, black or white.  
Doesn't matter what comes,_  
_The essence shall be Gratitude._

_Oooh Divine, Creator & Destroyer of the present.  
Let me bathe in faith for what I do.  
As my light can transform my darkness._  
_My darkness become my teachers,_  
_My teachers my highest authentic self._  
_My highest authentic self is service to others._  
_Faith is what I need to walk my path,_  
_to leave the detours that look so tempting_  
_so that I can always keep an eyes on my purpose._

_Divine, you who are me,_  
_I, who am Divine,_  
_let me become who I already am._  
_Guide me so that my intentions become reality._

_Roger and out,_  
_Bodhilama"_

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**After the flood of words had died down, silence returned to the room.**  
**Bodhilama sat in stillness until the moon was at its zenith.**

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"Zzzzz."

Bodhilama fell asleep.

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With Blessings,  
Bodhilama

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