A Thanksgiving Prayer

Thank you for my voice, and the power to create

Thank you for my ears, and the power of listening

Thank you for the food that nourishes my body

Thank you for the intentions that frame my mind

Thank you for the emptiness I may choose to fill

The canvas I can paint in the boldest colors I desire

May I always know that this or that thing will not finally make everything -just right-

Conditions are superfluous--always changing

The deepest part of my being knows I always have the choice to choose this moment

Not the moment in which this or that thing finally arrives

For the arrival of the exact conditions of my long anticipated flourishing will undoubtedly not bring the happiness I imagine.

Only this stillness

This unadulterated emptiness

will fill me

so I am full

Waiting for everything

and nothing in particular