Derailed by the senses, the constant blow of countless generations of lifetimes imprinted upon my hearts inner chamber, the desire to give, to help - to aid- is blown off course, and i find myself a small imprint , of the former, grander self- which had wished to do so much good.

oh great goddess, having given countless births , to your children , raise me up so I may fulfill the goal of my life! Astray me not, into the confounding, compounded , circle of this world and her inhabitants.