Envoi

Throughout the ages, down through the aeons of time,
Across the mists of space, the call has sounded.
The call speaks.
It speaks to the trees. It speaks to the stars. It speaks to the clouds.
It speaks to the animals and It speaks to us.
For man is unique in nature's kingdom.
The call speaks to us personally in the quiet whisperings of our heart.

The call is inside.

It is as precious as sunlight, as soft as a bird's feather,
And as loving as your mother's first kiss.
Please wake-up. Wake up to your true inheritance.
Wake up to your bountiful inner gift.

Under the mist of the ego mind and the chatter of the clutter we find our calling. The calling is your passion. It would be the things you would do if there were no limits. This calling is permanent. You can go out and by material things, get entertained, have a night out but non of these are your callings. The things you would like to do the most is your personal legend. It is the desire that will never fade. It will only be behind the mist of your distracting world.