The East, your homeland eyes,
but claimed by some, 
in their westwards intent.
In any case, it flows
in all of you, rivers, forest, shore.

The South seeking freedom,
sun, licence, strong tasting
 and fiery nights
In which you partake,
to abandon northern norms.

North of you and I alike,
in this place we now live.
Our current sanctuary
and place of worldly doings, 
we may commute at our will.

And West, where all Europa ends
the setting sun of lives
and migrant  tribes. pilgrims and script illumination.
You've been there before life
and it welcomed you ‘home’.

Above, your golden crown is blessed,
 by sky, meteors,
aurora, stars, spirit beings
 and of course, the canopy 
of the great tree of life.

Below, that which carries you,
on an earthen journey of trust, growth, 
to fertile fields of wonderment
and firm sacral rootedness, entwine.

Inwards, a heart, tender yet strong,
honour it's yearnings
and learnings
always, forever,
seven blessed ways.