This came to me in a meditation, written down by me but only half in control of what I was writing:
What is nameless, let me not impose a name on thee. What is not human, let me not shape a human soul for thee. What belongs in one place, let me not take thee from where thy being is. What remains between us, this we share in common with every wight.
As the gods are our witness, and we theirs.
When I looked at it the next day I was awestruck that I wrote it. It sounds like someone else’s words. Where did ‘thee’ come from? I remember wavering a bit when I wrote ‘thy’ and had to think what to put. So their must have been a bit of editing going on. But I take this as something ‘given’ to me, mine by gift. I’m putting it here because I think I’m meant to share it.
