Ode to Respite

Offering to the Spirit of Fatigue:

O Breaker of the Fiery Wheel, Echo of the Setting Sun, I see you. Angel of Apathy, Mother of Repose, I am not here to meet your expectations. Wellspring of Exhaustion, Father of Shadow, You are not here to meet my expectations. 

Hail to you, Fatigue, And all your weary followers. 

O Patient Weaver of Recovery and Bearer of the Chain of Yesterdays, I offer Doubt and Trust into the embrace of your thousand arms. O Shade Beneath the World, Great Unmoving Tide, who washes over the scorched shores of ceaseless ambition, who cradles the serene stillness of Endless Beginning, you dissolve my weary bonds like time into soft oblivion. 

Supreme Teacher of Unseen Transformation, you bring delight in rapture, not despair; renewal, not defeat; love, not lust. Under your boundless weight we learn the blissful grace of Silence. 

I praise you, Great Alchemist of Burnout, who knowingly guides us so that we may recover peacefully in your quiet sanctuary. 

Victory to you, Great Spirit of Fatigue, Builder of Endurance, Song of Drift and Dream, who leads us to roads untraveled, who lightens each step by your steady hand. 

May we begin again, whole and renewed.