Dream little one!

Grow and become strong, skilled, and wise. In the arts, in music and instruments, in your voice, and in how to feel the air, and touch the clouds with your creative impulse and love of knowledge. Discover it in you — the mind of things, reflected in your being. That is how we found our god. Be brave young one. You carry in you the might of a thousand symphonies. Embrace its overwhelming touch. Learn to contemplate on the joys, and learn from the pain; and to hold on to that which is good and tender. Be sweet, and full of laughter; and even in sorrow, lift your head up to the starry heavens . . . dream and then reach for it.

The wise say, we shall once return from whence we came. You carry a fearsome strength in you. It is courage. Use it. It is the source of your magic. It is the source of your regeneration, of the resurrection within you.

“Rise again, yes, rise again…”

(MAHLER, FROM DES KNABEN WUNDERHORN, OF URLICHT OR PRIMEVAL LIGHT)

Come forward, through the grace of your SPLENDOR. Show forth (!) —