Though each man and woman is born god and goddess,
They suffer from laziness, mind-muck, delusion,
Amnesia, apathy, greediness, grasping,
With nightmares and horrors and fears in profusion.
The stone circle’s whirling and digging in deeper;
The sky overcast with the clouds of pollution;
Who can escape from the violence and hatred,
And who is awake to provide a solution?
The dream-goblin runs through the mind of the maidens;
Grotesque is the world of adults and abstractions:
Great totems and towers point the way up to heaven,
Yet none can be snug with so many distractions.
The ride of the fire-horse is wasting our substance,
And every machine is a treadmill of sorrow;
For who in the world can escape from the boredom,
And who will awake to a better tomorrow?
The Aquarian Merlin is sleeping and waiting;
The star-beacon rays from the Cosmos are glowing;
The saint-kings and sages now stir in their cavern:
The cosmic fraternity, one by one, growing.
The rune-stones are dancing, the cosmos awakens;
The dragons are roaring with fire and with thunder;
The galaxies shine without thought or reflection;
The cosmos expands in awareness and wonder.
