Fluting softly
the Ancient Melodie
Chimes down
From Eternity
To Alight the Knowing
In Twilight of Death
Whispers of
The Ancient Ones
Strumming chords
of Truth
Into our minds.

Nature's courses
gently sway
as our primitive soul
Opens our ability
to learn.

We are Reborn
And must live
the Truth.

Why.

Happiness reigns
for the Innocent
but naivete
Is their crown.

The Yin Yang
is ever-constant
within us all
Two people - to either
Stand or Fall
or sit idly by...

Through time
the Melodie chimes
From Daughter to Daughter
And Man to Man
Until at last
All will know
All Truth reigns
in Every Soul.

10/10/1988

Posted on 11/03/2010
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