Recital 1

Lo, I am come upon my waking hours
And, smiling, launch this intentional rote:

In sleeping I have slept in [Solitude/Company];
For its Restorative Touch I give Thanks.
I arise now and declare this Vision
Of Myself made Manifest in the void:

I know well the Cosmos be not First Cause
Of Value, Desire, Wisdom and Justice –
Such Galaxies, assembled in the Mind,
Receive what awesome Shapes I supply them.
This Truth sets the Universe by my Hand
And renders it Beauteous to mine Eye.

There is, therefore, no cause for Stress or Fret:
They are but jesters from a shrill palace
And nothing of their humour needs abide.
I Banish Them from this Fresh Creation.

Now then, let me set my Tongue to its Work,
And release the wellspring of my Spirit!

I stride into a Day of Abundance –
Overflowing Love and Lusty Delights.
My Heart shall Blast its Horn of Plenty Joys;
My Flesh in Blissful Comfort will be Swathed.
I shall summon Vast Possibilities.
I shall be Passion and Greatness incarnate.
Let there be bold, fun, explosive Pleasures;
Let there be Play, Power and Industry;
Let there be Friends and Lovers, Kind Strangers,
Happy Families and Magic Spirits
About me. Let them Guide and Protect me.
Let them Hear me Express my Wants and Needs.
Let them Celebrate me and give me good
Cause to find in them much to Celebrate.

As these Eager Hours before me shall prove
Generous and Wondrous to my Being,
This Body Temple shall suffer no pains:
There shall be Health and Hardiness Within;
A deep and penetrating Contentment
To radiate life’s reassuring Glow.

So speak I to Antinous my Voice:
Let Him Hear me, Swoon, Reflect, and Rejoice!