Woe is me, she cries out, a time of tribulation hangs over head like a dark cloud...yet through internal contradictions, she is grateful.

Taking heed, she ran, her soul was on fire...all those years of preparing...without fear, she moves ahead on the tail end of a whispering wind.

Voyaging into the unfading, eternal sea of atoms...delving deeply...she journeyed inward to awaken her immortal soul...and found divinity.

Ignorance is learned and innocence is lost, but...not forgotten.

Blind, unconditional faith in the impossible keeps one standing still in the raw emotions of compassion.

The change in seasons leaves me feeling bittersweet emotions.