When I look upon this nook all I see scattered about are fears and doubts, when will they know the power they behold in their hearts. One day a man watches his wife birth a child, with love in his eye he drops a tear onto the forehead of this child, the child stops crying as the teardrop follows the contours of his skin embedding a fathers love in a fresh mind, the child looks to his father, in his eyes is the age of a mountain the cold of winter and the heat of passion, the man now understands the love of a god for his people, for every good there is an equal evil and only love will balance the equation, he watches his son grow, strong and inquisitive is the mind he shared into the life, as the father dwindles like the grains in a hourglass he compounds the learning of his life, realizing that time is an illusion he slows it's grasp on his heart, realizing that love is a blessing he shares it everyday, realizing hate is a tool greatest used by ones enemy he banishes it from his life, and finding the light of enlightenment he slips through past the shroud of this world. No longer a mortal he finds a young juniper tree, sitting by its warmth he waits for the world to join him.
"The Stoned Apprentice"
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