Today is tomorrow, and present, past,

Nothing exists and everything will last.

There is no beginning, there was no end,

No depth to fall, no height to ascend.

There is only this moment, this flicker of light,

That illuminates nothing, but oh! so bright!

For we are the spark that flutters in space,

Consuming an eternity of a moment’s grace,

For today is tomorrow, and present, past.

Nothing exists, and everything will last.

A note by Jane’s husband, Robert F. Butts:

This is the second and last verse of a poem Jane wrote in April, 1952, when she was 23 years old. Even in this immature work, which she produced 11 years before she was to initiate the Seth material, her mystical nature was asserting its innate knowledge.*

And maybe an example of Jane’s future work channeling Seth “echoing” backwards in time to her younger, curious writer’s awareness?

• A Verse From “Summer is Winter”:

  Jane Roberts, The “Unknown” Reality, Volume 1 (A Seth Book) (Amber-Allen Publishing, 2012) Preface.