Release

The call comes from dark memory


Only whispers of time gone by

That direct the curiosity, the reason,

And implore action, wisdom, sincerity

To lift the spirit in a wider circle

Than has before gone out from the mind

For such magic to bring into balance

To hold fast resistance to destruction

Will indeed hold humanity on the brink

Of its own fate, where the majority begins

To open its eyes and see a new reality

Not of fear, not of annihilation, but of love,

Where even the skeptical who cling to doubt

Must give the assent and acknowledge

That the enemy is not our fellow man

But our own hatred, our own insecurity,

And this is from whence evil stems.

But can we let go of these distresses,

Our delight in the ego, demand to be right

Perhaps we will see the Light

In all our fellow beings to exist in harmony.