Let us not forget
That we too walk in a mythical time
where fresh breezes from the East
come to awaken the sleeper
and the clear ringing of a bell summons us to distant horizons
where winged horses wait in secret meadows
and golden apples are guarded by fierce dragons.
We too have our battles to face bravely,
and all the phantoms of fear that assault us.
We too must traverse the underworld
and somehow arrive back in the sunlit day
to live out our destiny, to fulfil our sacred task.
The hand of fate and the force of will collide
as we stumble toward meaning
half in blindness, half driven by inexplicable desire.
We sense a struggle of mythic proportions
behind our ordinary lives.
And sometimes in rare moments, we catch a glimpse of a face in the mirror
a face from another time
chiselled from a living clay
imbued with beauty and inner light.
And we can feel the magic that lives in us.
We who are not mere mortals
but children of the gods
and of infinite worth.