By Joshua Brinkworth
Anna’s council gathers round
their half of mankind's sacred ground,
join hands and raising arms together,
pursue their goals, release the fetters,
calling into cosmos swirling
to hear the voice of God-within.
The spell begins.
The astral spirit hears the calling,
giving voice to eons body falling
into the earth, its mortal mother,
through mortal mouth, the spirits lover,
releasing to the seasons cycle
volition and ego to the many-one.
The spell's begun.
They see the way things are and were,
between the veils of slight and slur,
to find the way things shall become,
through actions that we have begun,
and what can be done to fulfill the dream
of love and laughter.
The heart of the matter.
The elements drawn near are fading,
soon to be place back in waiting,
releasing their forms and substance, spawning
visions of the end and dawning.
Messages relayed in blazing spirit
through the ethers weave warping and rending.
The spell is ending.
Anna’s council listens wisely
to the speaking flames that burn so brightly,
passing judgment down, of kind,
to silent whispers in the mind,
affecting final motivations
and speaking in the infants tongue.
The spell is done.
There was a time when Anna’s hunters
had no mind of balance or mercy to the other
and now another millennium has ended
in the hands of the other, still nothings mended.
We can only hope in the new age dawning
the two will find balance in the One.
It is begun.
