I choose to believe in my body,
in its wisdom primeval,
the DNA of my ancestors
resting in my cells.
I choose to believe in my feelings,
the love and fear and trusted other signals,
the wisdom of my gut and the fluid of my joy.
I choose to believe in my right action,
the fire in my core,
the balanced heat between lazy and striving.
I choose to believe in the power of my planting,
a generous outpouring of seeds on rocky ground
where some will flower.
I choose to believe in my spacious heart,
an uncaged tenderness with room for all I meet.
I choose to believe in the transformative power of my lungs,
breathing in the pain of the world
to breathe out peace and healing.
I choose to believe in the deep resonance,
the joining of my ears and throat,
in listening to the complex music of the journey
and finding courage to sing.
I choose to believe in the empty canvas of my intuition,
the practice of wiping it clean to receive fresh vision.
I choose to trust in the beauty that arises,
the shared offerings that create our most communal meals.
I choose to believe in my divine insignificance,
the star dust that connects us all,
the deep empty underneath.
I choose to trust in the loving abundance
that spins the water wheel of creation.