A Meditation to Assist in Clearing the Effects of Racial Discord and Trauma

I am a being on infinite love.

I was made in the image of this love.

I am now in perfect alignment with my true nature,

which is the power that breathes life into all things in existence.

I am but a seed implanted upon this Earth.

I alone determine who I will become while I exist in my current form.

In this moment, I integrate all aspects of myself into the state of my choosing.

The dreams of my ancestors do not have to be my own.

On this day, I determine my own path.

The road that has been paved behind me does not define me.

I am now in acceptance of all beings, of every color, shape, and form,

because I understand that without each other,

we cannot achieve the fullest potential of humanity's development.

Together, we hold the equilibrium of this great dream of life.

I release the ancestral wounds that have followed me upon this incarnation.

I now choose to purge myself of all that no longer serves me,

during my unfolding experience upon this planet Earth.

I love myself in the way of that of my maker.

I am deserving of love because I am a reflection of that creator.

I have compassion for myself and for all in existence,

because my soul is expanding into a new state of being.

I am the composer of this melody, and there is no separation in spirit.

I am connected to all the world, and all the world is in perfect harmony with me.

And though the tribe of humanity may not always understand each other,

or see the beauty in each other’s eyes,

we can always restore the communication of our hearts,

which formed at birth, before the influence of our minds.

For in this unified language, we can realize the origin and meaning of all in existence.

On this day, I am safe within my body and within my environment.

In my vulnerabilities, I find strength and empowerment.

I accept and encourage the vulnerability and empowerment of others,

For I know that in this great unity of consciousness,

we can enhance the tune of this powerful instrument of life.

Each one of us provides an essential string that is utilized to create the chord.

Today, I tell my story regardless of the outcome.

I express my truth in a healthy and effective way that benefits the whole.

I can clearly play the instrument of my experience.

I feel safe to allow others to share their truth and experience with me.

I invite their instruments to join in the beautiful creation of my song,

and together we will find the exquisite harmony,

of this ever-unfolding symphony.

Atonement ( A Poem )

I stand here today,

without answers or reasons,

as I face the naked truth of my fading reflection.

I have nothing left but the rising dust below me.

These cracked and weathered feet walk in the proud footsteps of my forefathers,

and I wait to feel the softness of their warm breath upon my weary shoulders.

May they bring encouraging winds from the East to soothe me and a sweet song from the West to carry me home.

I remember their voices of wildfire that would boldly ignite the trembling night sky.

Tiny stars grew into mighty spears that became lost in the ecstasy of birthing a new day.

Now, they are but a whisper of the angry winds which have conquered the retreating landscape.

The shallow tracks of their lives can no longer hold the weight of this heavy soul,

And my heart is a blood-red stain that runs deep into a sea of golden deeds and promises.

The fog is clearing, and I find myself as a sinking ship steering into the gritty sands of time.

I fed on the milk of a dream that was invitingly warm and suffocating,

and now I am a broken shadow of this memory,

searching for the lost pieces of myself within this vast desert of loneliness.

One voice among many,

that have become entrenched in the raging storms of shame and regret,

and I must accept and endure the roaring thunder that rattles my bones,

so that I may hear the subtle calling of my heart seeking solace and redemption.

This whisper of life slips through the cracks of my feeble fingers,

like the branches of a dying tree, seeking to know the pain of a scorching sun.

Let the intensity of its rays burn me away,

Let it wash me clean within its blinding light,

Until there is nothing left,

but the bare truth of myself.