I am the living instance of the singing mysteries. My thanks is as boundless as my birth and death. This moment is the effulgence of mystery into form. This life is that spark, that fire, the spiral, that silent moon, the voice of the sky. I ride time on the living feather of my heart. Ride with me; together, we shall abide and encharacter the Great Mystery with our hearts and dreams. We shall learn again to walk in beauty as our ancestors still do.