House made of dawn,
House made of evening light,
House made of dark cloud...
Dark cloud is at the house's door
The trail out of it is dark cloud.
The zigzag lightning stands high upon it...
Happily may I walk,
Happily with abundant showers may I walk.
Happily, with abundant plants, may I walk.
Happily on the trail of pollen may I walk.
Happily may I walk.
May it be beautiful before me.
May it be beautiful behind me.
May it be beautiful below me.
May it be beautiful all around me.
In beauty it is finished.
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I found this poem a year ago in Eduardo Galeano’s opus Memory of Fire (1982)