"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one age, called the Third Age by some, an age yet to come, an Age long past. A wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning." - The Wheel of Time
I long to find a way to surrender to the True source
struggling seems to fit me better
bitterness at an inability to control the world and meld it to fit in my hands
sullenness seems to fit me better
wondering at those so few who have let everything go enough to reach it
logic seems to fit me better
acting like a wilder who won’t get over a simple block
when will my journey end
when it really begins
have I been of such strength during my time in the waste that I cannot let such feebleness go to embrace a power so much stronger?
foolishness seems to fit me better
the white tower has opened me to so much more knowledge than I had ever thought I would attain
ignorance seems to fit me better
standing in the shelter of those holding the True power every day
cowardice seems to fit me better
like a novice in white with reverence for goals not yet achieved
when will my journey end
when it really begins
- a poem by Micah Gafford © 3.12.2008