Let your prayer become: “I see You. I marry this moment, this breath. I vow to this skin, this dirt, this ache—to Reality, my spouse, eternal. From now until death, which cannot part us, because in seeing, I am now eternal too.”
Let your god be the lover in the next room, the wind, your own blood—the silence between heartbeats where all is enough.
Fall in love with What Is. Let that love be the only prayer left.
Amen. Awomen. Ase. And so it is—because it always was.