on waking..

sleep, gray brother of death,

has touched me,

and moved on.

i arise, facing the east ~

pearl-doored sanctuary

from which light,

hand-linked with dew and fire,

dances.

hail, essence, hail!

fill the windows of my soul

with beauty:

pierce and renew my bones:

pour knowledge into my heart

as wine.      

                     - joseph campbell