This page is under construction. The page will introduce concepts about “waking up”.  Here is a brief poem for your enjoyment while I am writing content for this page.

That to which the mother

whispers the child awake

rings not from yon tower,

but time’s four-tongued stake.

The seasons’ threads, e’re weaving,

reveal the form to take,

and Dreamchild in its finding

has found a man to make.


Copyright 2017 Elias Alias