We travel over misty seas of time,
Passing hand to hand the mystery sublime.

One perilous quest after another,
Gathering success and sometimes failure.

But from whence comes this incredible test?
Why this heart's desire to surpass the rest?

No more shall I fight for my heart's content,
My energy is drained, my desire is spent.

You promised it was your will,
Demands the Council.

You tremble, weep, and search to hide,
While lightening bolts would make you blind.

You fight and scream, shout and plea,
But the Council insists, this was meant to be.

With a mournful sigh, you are finally resolved,
All is still, agreed upon, and you are absolved.

© Copyright 1994 Teri Robison

(Note: A true story that happened to me. I had reached a point in my path where I had chosen to discontinue my metaphysical teaching and healing. That night, as I sat in my living room, a terrific lightening storm manifested from nowhere. The roar of voices of my spiritual mentors was simultaneous with the lightening flashes. The noise was so great the glass in the window panes rattled. I raced through the house, panic stricken, screaming, "Alright, alright" as their booming voices kept saying….."You promised!" I fell into an exhausted heap and renewed my vow to teach. Just as spontaneously as it started, the storm ceased. Peaceful stillness reigned.)