When I must be at once so many places may I be not rushed in my paces through garden gate and mountain-scape and wide open spaces May I lightly tread as a shadow traipses
When I must be
as is asked of me
in yesterdays of old
and tomorrows never told
May I go a ghost present and whole
guiding souls of Nature's netherhold
ashes born of a morning star
dawn of a moon’s child
death of an empire skyline dusk
unto the wild’s twilight dust
and as such return
When we must be at once thrown to so many suns May I go as seeds sheathed in good graces each and every one a spell Mother, may I say it well scatter me free of the sower’s basket May we please, Mother, be mindful of All when we must cast it.
[ Note, of Empahniviterafreh (The Everywhere Spell/Prayer/Song): As anyone who goes Everywhere knows, one must write one’s own Return (Rhenneviterafreh is one of mine, of ours), for one only knows whence one came, no one else, and it’s all too easy to get displaced in another one’s words, in an others’ world. Beware any worlds that don’t share their words responsibly or require you to shrink, diminish, or otherwise flavor or morph you and yours in order to fit you into them and theirs. Remember who you are and whence you hail else you could get stuck out there too long in the Everywhere, possibly trapped in a shrinking world with shrinking words and borders and lines and colors that separate, divide, and shrink beings to fit such a small mindset, making it difficult to find your own words and a way back. As always, as Persi says, for the children’s sake, “Be kind. Don’t be kindling.” Oh, and it’s always a good thing to be prepared with a Return spell handy before casting the Everywhere spell as some worlds and some species have an eminent domain policy of trespassing against and overwriting minds immediately upon arrival. Be especially wary of those. ]