May the Universe open her doors for you:
Fling her windows wide as her arms’ span
To let the fresh air of hope come billowing in.
May the Sun take a broom or switch,
Sweep away the cobwebs and the gloom
And light your way to joy.
May Mother Moon bless your dreams
So you can walk the silver path of peace she makes
Across the lake of sleep.
And may the Goddess come down to Earth
To touch you here with her outstretched hand
And lift you up to the skies.
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