CHURCH OF THE ORDINARY

Breakfast Eucharist

THE CHURCH OF THE ORDINARY

When you sweep the floor

Gather your daily regrets into the pan

Release them into the afternoon sun

And let the dust of sorrow plant new dreams

When you wash the dishes

Scrub away the debris of mind

Let each bubble reveal the emptiness

Of your original face

When you cook food

Let your whole heart pour into every simmer and stir

Let every spice and kernel and grain

Contain

Your holy devotion

To this brief human Life

When you eat

Chew your own Love

Swallow the arms of the Mother

Let them wrap around your belly

With infinite compassion

Let every bite

Be an act of worship

When you bathe

Let your hands become healers

Strip the body of its tensions and confusions

Pour the water of suppleness back into your bones

Baptize yourself into holy presence

Let your skin drink the nectar of open delight

Let your fingernails scratch open 

Your tired old wounds

Until your wholeness is revealed

Beneath the static

When you walk

Let each toe pressing into earth

Be a thank you note

To the gift of ground

When you breathe

Let each inhale be a love letter to God

And every exhale a blessing to the trees

This is the sacred mundane

You are living prayer

And magic in motion

The church of the ordinary

Is the secret of secrets

For it is in these tiny places

That kindness lives

And this kindness

Is the doorway

To God.

 

 

----Maya Luna

OMEGA; Feral Secrets of the Deep Feminine