A poem to encapsulate myself:
Good Star, shining bright
Visions deep gaze upon backdrops Violet twilight,
With Earth I sculpt, refining form
Good Star, you're on your way...
On wind carried words, stillness speaks
Through Valleys and Hilltops and White Mountain Peaks,
With Air I sculpt, refining form
Good Star, you're on your way...
Cloaked in riddles, your voice I do adore,
With Water I sculpt, refining form
Good Star, you're on your way...
Dance me a dance with no rhythm
Sing me a song with no words
All intertwined, perfectly aligned,
With Fire I sculpt, refining form
Good Star, you're on your way...
Spirit bequeath me your grace.
