Poetry

Taya River

Do Not Wait Pray

Do not wait to Pray.
Let each breath be your prayer.
Do not wait until you are in a sacred space to pray.
Pray in the streets filled with traffic and noise
Pray in the middle of the mundane where it is least expected.

Do not wait until your hair is past your shoulders
or shaved entirely away.
Pray in the moment you wake up.
Pray just before you enter sleep
and every second in between.

When you don’t know what to do- pray
and in your moments of great clarity and conviction- pray.
Let each movement become your prayer,
each gesture divine.
Let every cell in your body sing the same prayer
vibrating in the most reverent song
Let the lines blur so that prayer becomes not just
something you do,
but the state of being in which you live,
in which you love
in which you pray.

-Taya from The Forgotten Love: Poems of Love and LongingĀ 

About the Author

TayaTaya Malakian is a poet, an artist, a yogini, a mother, and a minister/spiritual advisor. She strives to be a "Medicine Woman for the Modern World" bringing deep wisdom, ceremony and soulfulness into every aspect of daily life. She lives in Nevada City, Ca.View all posts by Taya →