The Way of the Book

The Way of the Book

We are readers, it is our way.

We are contemplators, it is our path.

Our reading practice is sacred practice.

Our way is the great learning.

We learn over time,

to circle secret fountains.

We learn how to see with eyes of light.

To think with deep feeling

And to feel with deep thinking.

We are more than readers:

We are scribes.

Scribes of the page,

and scribes of heart.

In our grimoires, grammers, and songs

the way is long, it's long, it's long.

Though life be short - we are its bridge.

We are readers,

meditators,

writers,

poets,

players.

We are bards, and we are sages.

We are the magi - and the way is long.

The way of the book breaks

forth into song.

The leaves are really so: Birch, and Larch, and Rowan, and Hazel.

The way the book is written in the soul.

In deed - in the forest of the soul.