|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Passionate Pilgrim by William Shakespeare:
A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her,
None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.
Her lips to mine how often hath she joined,
Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing!
How many tales to please me bath she coined,
Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing!
Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings,
Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jestings.
She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth;
She burn'd out love, as soon as straw outburneth;
She framed the love, and yet she foil'd the framing;
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle:
The bachelors stopped short at the unexpected sight of the lads
with their cudgels. For a moment they rallied and drew their
knives; then they turned and fled towards their former place of
One of them turned for a moment, and flung his knife at Myles
with a deadly aim; but Myles, quick as a cat, ducked his body,
and the weapon flew clattering across the stony court. Then he
who had flung it turned again to fly, but in his attempt he had
delayed one instant too long. Myles reached him with a long-arm
stroke of his cudgel just as he entered the passage-way, knocking
him over like a bottle, stunned and senseless.
Men of Iron
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale:
A storm is running on the wind--
He only sees
How Mary will stretch out her hands
Sobbing, who never understands
Voices like these.
THE MOTHER OF A POET
SHE is too kind, I think, for mortal things,
Too gentle for the gusty ways of earth;
God gave to her a shy and silver mirth,
And made her soul as clear
And softly singing as an orchard spring's