There is a strong wind blowing off the Eastern shore
Pounding against the rocks
Forming the new earth
There is an opening but it all seems narrow and dark
I choose not to look down but to rise up like the phoenix
For it is on a blank slate that all can be written
And the past lay to smolder and burn
All future tasks must be written
But they must also be clean and clear
In their intention
In their meaning
In their service
Remember all is Shakti
Every word every step every healing every thought every deed
All begins and returns to me
May the bliss rain down on your head and into your heart to bring you comfort and love