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I walk the open road aolone at night,

In solemn silence, in deepest thought.

Under the new moon my steps do lead

Into the forest, where two pathways meet.



Beside the crossroads on a fallen tree

I sit down, and I wait for thee.

My thoughts reach out beyond the realm of reality,

Thrice I call your name, and the margins of consiousness shift!



Solitary wanderer on the path of the night!

Take these offerings, these tokens of reverence!

Sit down beside me, be my spirit guide!

Share oldest wisdom, teach me the fabric of things!



These potent potions I have brewed,

And baked this nourishing bread

To lay them here, amongst the roots,

So they shall nourish the dead.



As you come walking among the trees,

Your footprints erased by the wind.

Your billowing cloak

Embroidered with patterns of poppy and oak,

I lift my head and gaze into your eyes

And fall into the swirling cosmos of the world of the void.



A new morning dawns - Enlightenment be its name!