Compass

Put yourself in the way of beauty.
Rise in the morning facing the east,
And as the sun rises with you
Stretch your fingers up and try to touch it!
Explore facing the north,
following the finger maps of the mossy side of our great oaks.
Exclaim into the south!
Yell at the top of your lungs.
Place that echo next to the rocks of Rushmore.
Can you Imagine it?
Doze to dream facing the west.
Smell the burning as the sun sets the earth on fire.
Be still in the black of the ash.