From one’s perspective
We look inward to our heart and the past it holds within it
We look overhead to the celestial bodies and the futures they carry out as directed by physics, cause & f(x)
We look to the east for the gateway of a new day and the winds of a rising sun
We look to the south for the fires that inspire, warm, and calcine
We look to the west toward waters of rest and reflection, reaping what the day has sowed
We look to the north, heads to the Earth, and we face the darkest and most close-to-death time of day. Yet inherent in it is
From one’s perspective