The Book of Eternity - Reaching

I long to reach out – to grasp my fate but the prospect fills me with fear. What new pain awaits me and to what end must I endure it?

Emerging from our center – the very eye of our being, reaching out, encircling all within our grasp, in unconditional embrace we find joy, sorrow, ecstasy and pain.



The Book of Eternity - Challenges

Spirits hear my plea! Show me the way to take control, to give some meaning to my soul.

To wrest the pieces of the past – before the others have devoured them all, I need to take my past unto me, to confirm my own identity.

Echoes of the Universe - The Book of Eternity

But I am weak, my resolve so frail. I try in vain to make my mark – to have my existence count for something. Yet I cannot breech the precipice. Is there no one to help me break free?

Oh Turtle Mother, ancient one, bespeak the riches of my past so I may know my source, my strength, and let my weakness go.

The Book of Eternity - Rigid

With feet of clay that weigh me down I struggle on, numbed by my own existence. Is there no place within my soul to release me from the shackles of my inner prison?

Life is so rigid – so entombed, fortified with stone and mortar so none may rise above its mortal grip. Yet from within, unseen, unspoken, a flower blooms to set us free.