will you! Beneath the veneer of the concrete amplified
Clamour of dust dulled vehicles, factories repetitively
Crowded voices bleating, gain gathering cabals
Is his call. Herne! Pause and consider this self
To what? To masculine tussles for glory and power?
Is that not the conditions that have produced
our present state?
Have not these constant ruts destroyed each tree,
And resulted in an alienation that we have come
can not be the nature of his call. Is it a plea?
A demand? A request for us to acknowledge the
Foundation from which we sprung and now do flee.
The dark mirror, deep pool, silent cave we can
within his strength there lies a knowing compassion
That can paint us a canvas describing unified
Acknowledgement of universal love and will can
A certain panacea for societies self imposed ills.
lead me within my heart and mind.
Give me courage to face the fears I find.
Open my inner eye that has been long blind.
So that my gaze can rest upon thy lady.
For I am she and she is me.
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Copyright Ophidianoir 2006