A Prayer to the Old Spirit...

Old spirit, in and beyond me,
keep, and extend me. Amid strangers,
friends, great trees and big seas breaking,
let love move me. Let me hear the whole music,
see clear, reach deep. Open me to find due words,
that I may shape them to the ploughshares of my own making.
After such luck, however late, give me to give to
the oldest dance.... Then to good sleep,
and - if it happens - glad waking.

~Philip Booth

I read this at re-nest today, and had to post it here.  Feels like a wonderful way to embrace living with a mountain.