Burning Palo Santo and Sage

Adjourning, turning the page

Letting myself be cleansed

Letting go, making amends

Praying to be purified and cleared

Believing in this ritual feels - weird.

I don’t know if incense and the carefully chosen word

Can take away the pain I’ve felt and seen and heard

I’m not sure if all this rotten, toxic buildup in my life

Can be swept away or squeezed out when it’s so rife

I wish I could wipe it all away, wash it with soap

Can despair be cleansed by anything but hope?

I call out to my guides, guardians, masters, and teachers…

To my angels, ancestors, healers and preachers:

Here me and help me to be whole and complete

Remove from me all limitations, bindings or defeat

Fill me up with your love, light, power and grace

Cleanse me, bless me, renew me from foot to face!

So mote it be and so it is — I am set free!

Cleansed from the past, reborn for all to see!

So what I needed to release was my will, so tender

To trust what is seeded till it blooms as surrender.