I start my day, in the East
Giving thanks to the rising Sun.
and the Promise of Day
In the South I Hail unto triumphing Beauty
The Sun in its height of power in the mid heaven,
bestowing energy upon my toils.
|At the closing of the day, the setting sun sinks to the western twilight, blazing|
and I, cloistered to my home, sink back into the arms of Dream.
with Gratitude and Thanks
At the abodes of evening, and the moon boat glides silently across its starry sea
and Kephera silently leads me return to the midnight north, in the cycles of my forefathers,
and that of my descendants, yet to be dreamed in earthly form.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
My house is starting to have the feel and character I want it too. (It only took 7 months after moving in!) So the picture above is my dresser and personal altar, with lovely black gladiolus that didn't make it through the thunderstorms we've had this week. They seem like such a luxury item, very chick. I think I'm going to order another 50 bulbs for next year.
* Poem inspired by Aleister Crowley's Liber Resh vel Helios