Poem: Seven Directions (based on a Native American concept)
By Richard R. Binkele
West is warm, it flows like blood
East is cold and fresh and bright
Northern light brings back the sun
Southern light comes with the dark
Upside down I find myself
Beside a babbling waterfall
The light inside me knows them all
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