Now next precipe of gentle cusp calls, Rising, Light Rose comes as Leaps Of Faith, the stepping through, the flying burning, going down, also Rises, Shines. In The Going Of love beam parts, as sun sets fragments whole, Warm me, stir me, nourish us creator, Both seeded soil and tender shoots do shine. Hold Me, Fruitful Wildnerness softly, gently, wilfully With You To You As You, This, The Infinite Well Of All Our Nature, Love. Be, Hear, See, By Our Many Sides Let your light cusps and wily shadow dancers be Pleased and sated, finally, free. Txx Luceat Lux Vestra ~ Life Cycles