I could never find the perfect daily prayer that I could say with my heart. But I think I found it in this poem in The Upanishads by Eknath Easwaran.
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The Self is the sun shining in the sky,
The wind blowing in space, he is the fire
At the altar and in the home the guest;
He dwells in human beings, in gods, in truth,
And in the vast firmament; he is the fish
Born in water, the plant growing in the earth, The river flowing down from the mountain, For this Self is supreme!
(Katha 11.2.2)
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I think the Strength and Wisdom we seek may be inside us, in pure being, but no one ever told us. What would the world be like if everyone read The Upanishads by Eknath Easwaran.
What if everything we seek is written in our heart? Everything we need to sustain us is...Everywhere.
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