The Cradle of Life is gently lulled back to sleep. Seven Stars of Orion cry out from their nest of Creation~

Who shall suckle the hungry babes?
        The Milky Way is dried up and sore

When will we learn the way back home?
        No reservation is reqired
        The Door is wide open to All who
        seek solace from their suffering

Where hides my next of kin?
        So afraid to step out from behind the
        dark veil of infancy~

What is our Destiny?
        Eye shall read from the Sacred
        Scrolls of Life~

I beg to question the answers unknown so I may always wander forever searching....