The Four Ways

Magick lives in the heart of the Dreamer, the heart of the child spinning with life. Play, unabashed, with love, thought and spirit, and freedom will find its' way through the strife. To the East flies the hawk in the dawn-rosy sky, the bringer of Vision and swiftness of thought. Look to the beginnings of lifes' dancing journey and know yourself in beliefs you have bought. Now, to the South the spiral will take you - dancing in Summer and passion's sweet kiss. Trust is the lesson the little Mouse teaches. The creative hearts' fire is this arrow's tryst. On to the West and the Pool of Reflection, and feeling the tides of your lifeblood and love. Look in the water and see your soul naked - to the friend, to the lover, to the bright moon above. And now you must come to the great Northern doorway - the path to the wisdom and power of earth. In the life of your body, the gate of your Being, you take all you are and you give yourself birth. Voyagers we are, on the vast roads of learning, voyagers of spirit, of mind and of heart. Take my hand, Stranger, and walk with me, tracing the Spiral of Being of which we are part.