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Dear Luna of the Heart,
my very own Dream Wisdom,
Holy Darkness
between wake
and wake,
show me The Way.
Light the path
through the wilderness
with your glowing wand of truth.
Allow me to see
the Round Face of God
brought to me in moments,
in riddles,
in adventures abundant.
Bring to me
what I need to know, for tonight,
that food of knowledge and
deep knowing only your
Mother Eye knows.
And carry me safely
into the morning sun,
as with gratitude I wake
into your holy sunshine ways.

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