I think that there is in the singular splendor of dawn, 

A divine clarity, a view into the living heart of the world 

When one may sense in those sacred moments the presence of that one great life

And know that the million things are the million faces of God

The shifting hues of the great firmament 

The diamond-strung tapestries of the dew-soaked webs of the spiders

The dancing mists alighted by the rays of the great golden fire

The avian symphonies that echo in the emerald wood

The quiet steps of the amber doe in the golden meadow

All things constituting the immense, living body of the world

The sacred flesh



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