Eternal am I, birthless and undying; centuries old am I,
yet have I the freshness of youth.
Eons of time have I traveleled,
yet am I unfatigued.
Eons ahead of me stretches my path,
yet am I resolute and unafraid.
Storms have raged,
yet I have pressed on.
Air and sea and the remotest corners of the earth,
I am known to them all.
Exquisite agony and ecstatic joy have throbbed within me.
Highest heaven and deepest hell have left their memories.
I have passed through the waters of sorrow and been unharmed.
I have passed through the gates of death and yet do I live!
And so it is……
A poem from Wisdom of Our Elders by Dr. Dan Morgan.