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
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