Blessed Be.
Blessed Be.
All who rest their gaze on me.
Surrender.
Now.
Rejoicingly.
The Time has come, the Time has come,
to draw the ancient rhythms from the mist,
and heed the wisdom call your soul cannot resist.
It whispers.
Can you hear?
Return.
Return unto your sacred home,
of spark and cell, of blood and bone.
Return,
to trust in breath, in shadow and in light.
Return,
to wildish nature under moon-full starry night.
Return
to screeching owl and circling eagle song.
Return.
Come Home.
You have been gone too long.
