"In our deeds we always strive for perfection. In our hearts we strive for harmony and goodness. In our thoughts we strive to be free and open. In our deeds we strive to be upright and convincing. In our souls we strive to be honest. In our mortal journey, we strive to understand life.
Alma-Eter Francis Gapani, Lost Dreamer
My child, my treasured love, my only daughter.
That very day, when in the rays of the fiery star your first tears shone on your infant face, when for the first time you felt with your whole body the path of the living.
A new era in the history of not only our family...but of the Force itself has dawned.
Who knew that from my bosom you absorbed all the joy of humanity, all widsom of ages, all the pity of the great.
Who knew that your eyes were so pure...
Who knew that your first words were "Pain and Life..."
Who knew that your first move was to caress your loved ones...
This little girl, who was afraid to even see the guests from afar, gradually grew...
She grew from day to day, like delicate flowers in the wind... She danced...
Like little bugs in a meadow, she searched...
Like lonely moons in the night, she read everything...
Like the depths of a living soul, she cried a lot...
Yes, my little one... I understand... You reached out too soon to this false, dirty reality.
You were scared, cold, incomprehensible... There was huge furniture, angry siblings, parents in dark clothes running to meetings like shadows...
And outside the window, all the rain, all the fog... Like darkness hanging over you in the room...
Your mind sought to escape the emptiness in everything: in business, in the existence of people, in yourself...
You imagined yourself as the only survivor of the terrible game that fate has played on all mortals: Reality.
You imagined yourself standing in a light white dress, with your feet tucked in the warm beige sand, a gentle breeze in the distance, the transparent warm waves of the ocean, now coming in and now going out into the abysses of the universe...
Like life, like a breath, like a kiss, like a goodbye...
And above the horizon a huge, majestic sun. A combination of all these colours, a hope in the middle of lost deserts , afar...
And you still stood on that shore, softly smiling in pain, while streams ran down your cheeks... while your hands trembled...
You wished for life without graves, you wished for death without beginnings... That all is one in the family, that the whole galaxy is alive...
And the girl felt the call... In all the waves the music of suffering played...
And then my daughter went to the to the waves of suffering and crouched...
Crowning the whole world with a wreath of silence...
"Forgive your mother, my daughter, and live alone...
"You will wander alone until you find your soul...
And then maybe you'll understand who you are, my dear Neryn
My sweet child of Light"
Mom. With Love.
Alma-Eter Francis Gapani, Lost Dreamer
My child, my treasured love, my only daughter.
That very day, when in the rays of the fiery star your first tears shone on your infant face, when for the first time you felt with your whole body the path of the living.
A new era in the history of not only our family...but of the Force itself has dawned.
Who knew that from my bosom you absorbed all the joy of humanity, all widsom of ages, all the pity of the great.
Who knew that your eyes were so pure...
Who knew that your first words were "Pain and Life..."
Who knew that your first move was to caress your loved ones...
This little girl, who was afraid to even see the guests from afar, gradually grew...
She grew from day to day, like delicate flowers in the wind... She danced...
Like little bugs in a meadow, she searched...
Like lonely moons in the night, she read everything...
Like the depths of a living soul, she cried a lot...
Yes, my little one... I understand... You reached out too soon to this false, dirty reality.
You were scared, cold, incomprehensible... There was huge furniture, angry siblings, parents in dark clothes running to meetings like shadows...
And outside the window, all the rain, all the fog... Like darkness hanging over you in the room...
Your mind sought to escape the emptiness in everything: in business, in the existence of people, in yourself...
You imagined yourself as the only survivor of the terrible game that fate has played on all mortals: Reality.
You imagined yourself standing in a light white dress, with your feet tucked in the warm beige sand, a gentle breeze in the distance, the transparent warm waves of the ocean, now coming in and now going out into the abysses of the universe...
Like life, like a breath, like a kiss, like a goodbye...
And above the horizon a huge, majestic sun. A combination of all these colours, a hope in the middle of lost deserts , afar...
And you still stood on that shore, softly smiling in pain, while streams ran down your cheeks... while your hands trembled...
You wished for life without graves, you wished for death without beginnings... That all is one in the family, that the whole galaxy is alive...
And the girl felt the call... In all the waves the music of suffering played...
And then my daughter went to the to the waves of suffering and crouched...
Crowning the whole world with a wreath of silence...
"Forgive your mother, my daughter, and live alone...
"You will wander alone until you find your soul...
And then maybe you'll understand who you are, my dear Neryn
My sweet child of Light"
Mom. With Love.
