Let us turn to the West: the place of oncoming darkness, the place of the departed spirits and of letting go; the home of Bear and night-time dreams and the season of Autumn. We thank you for your gifts of Mystery and Transformation.
~ from the Seven Directions Prayer* (This prayer has many versions, source unknown)
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When I have gazed into a tidal pool And seen the texture exquisite of stone, Of life and plant, deep in the lucid cool, It seems no greater wonder could be known. Yet there's a cleanness I have known in dreams -- In those rare dreams that are like blessed wine -- A pure transparency wherein it seems Is traced the form of the Creator's line. Distinct and clear appears each one and thing, And every grain of sand, as though I see Through unseen water; and the angels sing An unheard tone from heaven's melody.
So wonder grows to crystal-cut lucidity Defining the great pattern of eternity.