[John Asherah]

Have you heard the trees whisper before you felt the breeze?

The outer world of senses questing, the inner world, where things which have yet to be are newly born in each moment.

Gently, we are swept up and need not fight against the current, for together we flow where we wish.

By this, we create a more human world and ascend.

The freshness of pure air breathed deeply charges your blood and through you, life now flows.

We are carried, buoyed up, aloft, suspended, seeming at times to sleep; alive and serene.

We ascend once more and return to the place of our beginning; ennobled in our becoming, refined by challenges and strengthened by obstacles overcome; to pronounce as one that sacred word which was before time and ever shall be.