| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Koran: perception. Seemly unto men is a life of lusts, of women, and
children, and hoarded talents of gold and silver, and of horses
well-bred, and cattle, and tilth;- that is the provision for the
life of this world; but God, with Him is the best resort.
Say, 'But shall we tell you of a better thing than this?' For
those who fear are gardens with their Lord, beneath which rivers flow;
they shall dwell therein for aye, and pure wives and grace from God;
the Lord looks on His servants, who say, 'Lord, we believe, pardon
Thou our sins and keep us from the torment of the fire,' the
patient, the truthful, the devout, and those who ask for pardon at the
dawn.
The Koran |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz by L. Frank Baum: All of them expected nothing less than instant death; but to their
surprise the wooden creatures flew into the air with them and bore
them far away, over miles and miles of wooden country, until they came
to a wooden city. The houses of this city had many corners, being
square and six-sided and eight-sided. They were tower-like in shape
and the best of them seemed old and weather-worn; yet all were strong
and substantial.
To one of these houses which had neither doors nor windows, but only
one broad opening far up underneath the roof, the prisoners were
brought by their captors. The Gargoyles roughly pushed them into the
opening, where there was a platform, and then flew away and left them.
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis: Nor pity may stay nor prayer cajole--
I would drag ye whining from Hell's own gate:
To me, to me, ye must pay the toll!
And here in the shadows I wait, I wait!
The dead they are dead, they are out of the way?
And a ghost is the whim of an ailing mind?
Then why did ye whiten with fear to-day
When ye heard a voice in the calling wind?
Why did ye falter and look behind
At the creeping mists when the hour grew late?
Ye would see my face were ye stricken blind!
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