We know as truth,
The power is light.
And in the light,
All things are whole.
The light will free
The soul to breathe
The light will blind
The raven of death.

I am the seasons, searching for completion amidst the infinite wonder.
I am spring; questioning, stumbling on the path of growth.
I am summer; raptured within the passion of a full heart.
I am autumn; quickening my steps at the lateness of the hour.
I am winter; content that another journey is complete, and a new path awaits my step.
Let us dwell in ours, and allow others their season.
We know not which they should hold, for the seasons are not of time,
But of change.
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Time of joy; revel in the light
Time of sorrow; hold fast together
Time of fear; do not falter
Time of hate; let love overcome
Time of peace; breathe in the serenity
Time of war; draw spears together
Time of death; it will not separate;
Forever more, we are entwined.

I see the mirror of time;
It lays before me, but it reflects the path behind me.
In the mirror I can see the strengths and weaknesses,
That have been my life thus far.
I can see the joys and the burdens,
That have comforted and troubled me along my road.
The mirror stands in front of my step.
I must go though with no advance notice
Of what lies ahead.
I must enter the place I have built,
Not knowing how well I have built it.
I must trust my heart, and forge ahead.

The Absolute works with nothing.
The workshop, the materials are what does not exist.
Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it!
Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing,
Where something might be placed...
A seed, possibility, from the Absolute.