and the sun as religion,
faith morphs to certainty,
and wisdom is at hand.
This book pre-dates the rest,
its pages constantly turning,
it has spawned all others,
birthing life in myriad forms.
For ritual we have the sun,
our compass and our guide,
leading us through the elements,
around the wheel of the year.
Our chant is breath,
our hymn is life,
and we are the idols
to which we bow.
Our temple is a world,
our commandment love,
our history is genetic,
our time is now.
Our time is now,
our time is now.
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