In the presence of the rising star lies
the path to ressurection,
In the glowing emerald lovelight
I make my way, alone but never lonely.
The journey joyous, through winding paths perplexing
I am never lost though often quite bewildered.
There is no turning back.
Now released, the flood of ancient fears,
dissipating into hazy clouds
blown by the winds of fate
through the archipelago of miracles and signs
and sometimes dire sraits
the beacon ever shines
and still I cannot loose my way
but stumble on the stones of my unknowing.
Doubt leaves me bruised but never broken
and I, gentled warrior, fall, rise,
now in my open hand jewels of my belonging
reflecting emerald light
leading me ever onward
towards the One Heart
my home.