A Prayer to the Old Way
Thank you, my old way of living,
for getting me this far.
Thank you fear, anxiety, and control
for trying to keep me safe.
Thank you, to the false prophets I worshipped: money, safety, and status,
for giving me something to hold onto
until I was strong enough to stand on my own.
Thank you, dysfunctional patterns and defense mechanisms,
for protecting me as best you could.
And now I ask, old way, that you release me,
so I may reside in my true being,
and contribute from that sacred place,
in service of a better world.
Hey!
