Above all
I thank the stars
For the gift of wayfinding.
Above it all
I gaze higher still
Or to the sunlit valleys below
To find my way.
The gift of terrifying awe as Orion's belt peers through the trees, bringing South.
The gift of sure confidence as I point the Dippers out to others, bringing North.
The gift of guesswork as we discover behind which peak the sun will rise, bringing East.
The gift of inevitable hush that descends along with her, bringing West.
The gift of heavy elements
Composing all
And my body
And these eyes
That were also made for
Reading maps,
Reading signs,
Reading animal sigils.
Above all
I thank the stars
For teaching me
To be less blind
And to find My Self
In the world.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
Above all
I thank the stars
For the gift of wayfinding.
Above it all
I gaze higher still
Or to the sunlit valleys below
To find my way.
The gift of terrifying awe as Orion's belt peers through the trees, bringing South.
The gift of sure confidence as I point the Dippers out to others, bringing North.
The gift of guesswork as we discover behind which peak the sun will rise, bringing East.
The gift of inevitable hush that descends along with her, bringing West.
The gift of heavy elements
Composing all
And my body
And these eyes
That were also made for
Reading maps,
Reading signs,
Reading animal sigils.
Above all
I thank the stars
For teaching me
To be less blind
And to find My Self
In the world.
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