I Hear you in the Darkness,
Whispering,
Prodding.
Make no mistake about it,
I Know who you Are.

Topsy-turvy,
And around again…
Our connections severed and burnt.
Rage at first came and went,
Then the deafening silence
of the Truth filled in.
And then peace... sweet peace.

I wonder who you See
When you Look inside?
Or if you just avoid that glare…
Is it possible that you are lost there,
Adrift in a sea you have made?
Or darker still, I like not to think,
That you are well Aware…
Of your reflection, and shadow,
the Absence of Light,
As you relish in the dance of them.

The Knowledge overcomes me,
the Eye spits me out.
Those who are willing to Hear,
the Call of the Piper’s song…
Are to Know Truth, to find freedom,
From the bonds of illusion and wyrd,
They greet the Ancestor’s Dawn.

At some point, between here and there,
When the wave is observed and defined,
You and I will meet again,
On a plane that will not bind…
The Darkness from the Light,
And the Light from the Dark,
Instead mixing the two.

Within the Knowledge of Fern,
you and I will See –
who each we both Are, at our Cores
and my hope is that then,
maybe only then,
that the war will be laid to rest.


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