Vessel of Ancient Wisdom

Ancient temples call to me. As dawn breaks over mountains high.

Petals float on sacred streams. Where ancestors still guard the sky. Paths that wind

through mist and time. Lead me to what I must

find. Ancient wisdom waits ahead. As visions dance inside my mind.

Familiar voices from afar. Pull me toward the morning star. What must I

know? What must I see? The past is calling out to

me. I am the vessel of what came before. Bearing light through

darkness. Standing at the door. Divine messages flow through my veins.