A seed became free from the rotting of fruit and burrowed back into the soil from where the fruit's tree had begun. 

     In the sky came the rain, and it fell onto the parched earth, and that which was not obsorbed by the thirsty soil flowed back into the river, bound toward the sea, from whence it came. 

     A cocoon slowly opened, and rising up from within its wrappings appeared the most beautiful butterfly whose metamorphosis freed it from crawling on the earth, in its new freedom it became an elegant form of beauty. And when its offspring are born they will crawl near the basin along the hedge grove, as once did the butterfly.

     Eternal Law is simple, but living out its commands can be difficult, if not seemingly impossible.

     While we contemplate our dilemma, know then that the universe is turning, the planets are revolving around their center, and seeds are growing from their planting. The butterflies brush their wings against the air’s breathing wind, and storms are born in the western sky.

The earth is forever orbiting the sun, as we sit in the stillness of night, contemplating our dilemma.