I shut down the book
& Switch off the song
Halt my weary search through
Pages, words & wisdoms
Of forgotten ancestors far and wide
Looking for my meanings - outside.
I now turn with
Unsteady step
and faltering voice
to sing my own silent song
Welling in an ancient heart
Wisdom and truth quietly
Showing right from wrong.
And I let them flow
In serene song streams,
Of forgotten dreams
To merge with rushing
Rivers outside, from
turbulent and peaceful times
Of our human ancestors
And the more distant divine
To recognise
I'm now the ancient ancestor,
conjuring truths
Like magic on shafts of light
Created and escaping
Into the stillness of this
Eternal night.
