You who are the source of all power,
Whose rays illuminate the world,
Illuminate also my heart
So that it too can do Your work. ~ Gayatri mantra (one of many translations)

I who have been the center of the universe these decades
yield to you. You are far wiser, more powerful, more responsible
than I, and I’ve messed up this ruling of the universe.
I don’t want to cede the power, hate to admit my weakness…
what do I mean, weakness? My utter and complete inability…
to control, to rule, to reign. At the same time I long to let go,
to be who I really am, powerless, inept, unable, a single person
not significantly different from all those around me, from those I’ve admired
and those I’ve loathed…
I’m only a person, but I am a person
and I have merit, have abilities, have something to offer.
In your hands, that is. With intelligent guidance, that is.
When I am aligned with you and directed by you, that is.
Would that it might be so.
¡Ojalá que sí!