A simple memory, calls me,
Of what is prior to my birth,
Like the voice of a mother for her children
Cries in holy longing,
Taking me back
To be somewhere before I knew what knowledge was,
To be free as an eagle
Soaring above storm struck waves
My heart stable above this earth
In unchanging clouds and orange lit skies,
There I am reborn
Within a memory that comes before me
An eternality unchanging
And with what is without beginning
A source of life and wellspring of possibility,
Meaning,
Where I am destined to be and to discover that which calls me.