What is my goal, what is my task, what is my path through life? Must be this trail I thread upon, bringing hope to strife ... I was born with memory of the future world, the one of love and reverie, the one that once got sold ... I cried and shrieked, a little girl, when losing sight of you, disbelief at desert land that I was to walk through. Rivers, they again will flow, skies just open roads, hearts of men again will glow, light-immersed abodes.

Make every day special, make every moment sacred. It's your life and you decide how you want to live it.

Here's to walking my own path. Here's to claiming my birthright, my sovereign power. Here's to walking the sacred ground. Here, to break down any walls between the self and the higher calling. May every prayer be a celebration.

May I be a pillar on which upon you stand, a leaning post for young ones, my lover and my friend. May I be a beam of light that you bestow upon your hopes, your dreams, your wisdom, so we may carry on. May I be a beacon, a tree with roots so strong, treetop spreading high and wide, a trunk so wide and long. May I be your music a flute for you to play whatever you desire with each forthcoming day. May I lose myself to find you, support all those who need my love, my core, my laughter, permeate my every deed.

You would be astonished to see that your greatest power lies in the very part of you you've been trying so hard to run away from.