The altars used take on many forms as well, From golden chalices to wooden tables, From a small fire to an entire mountain. My humble offerings to the Creator Are oftentimes observations Of nature, of mankind, and of myself. The altar that I use is the body Which the Creator has given to me to use for awhile. I hope that you may find solace In the smoke from this altar. For it is who I was that defines who I am.
Ad find darkness, Like looking into an unlit room.
But I know not what. Sometimes I feel so lost and lonely, Struggling through this amnesia. Will I understand who I am, And who I will become. Worry not about who you were, Or who you will become. It is who you are now that is important.