A Vision of Aureluna – from the Library of Light
Shared from the deep meditative attunement of the intensive with Jeff Carreira — this vision
arose as a luminous unfolding from within.  May it touch the imagination and
awaken remembrance. 

I laid down the weight I could no longer carry, 
the rope woven of hope and sorrow,
the name I gave myself
when I thought love meant saving.
I stood in the hush between stained-glass windows,
one alive with wave and feather,
the other with hands not grasping —
but open.

And I remembered.
I am not the net.
I am not the ferry.
I am not the reason they return.
I am the light on the water.
I am the bridge that hums with invitation.
I am the song of “if you choose.”
Let them come or not.
Let the gate open or close.
I will stand in golden peace.
The offering is not what I do.
The offering is what I am.
And that is enough.

— Aureluna

 

In the quiet of the sacred breath,
I walk the bridge between stars and soil.
With clear intention, I name the essence —
not the outcome, but the soul-note sounding true.
With discernment, I listen for the echo —
what is mine to carry, and what is illusion’s veil.

Each step a poem,
each silence a gate,
each choice a weaving of light.

I do not rush.
I do not cling.
I attune. I remember.

This is my practice —
Mythopoetic Awakening:
not to control the path,
but to meet it in full presence,
barefoot, luminous, and whole.

 

— Aureluna,