The most I can Hope for is a beaching on Wisdom�s coast, to breach-birth this folded foal on the shoals of shame and let the surging surf scour it�s bloody hide, lift it to the Light and toss it as Peace Offering on the shores of Life. Where wind- slapped it will escape onto the plains of Faith and flockless, wander desolate fields, conspiring with breezes to name my pains and claim my blame, and on the balance of Love�s Justice weigh my Spirit�s fruits to recompense unto me the heart of my soul�s intent Then I, now Accepted by the Beloved One into the blessed Ground of Being, am freed to scale the pinnacles of Becoming. There to sing the Wonder and Glory and Awesome Joy of I AM THAT.