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To the Few
Have we not awaited and danced under the surface;
Awakening the sleeping spirits, and warmed the hearts of the cold?
Are we not Everlasting; were never born and can never die;
Ever circling the sacred groves, and the Land of Old?
Have we not fought battles; in Light and Dark alike,
Created Elemental creatures, others arising with own Mind?
Have we not closed our Circles, Past with Future through the Now,
Passed times anew, and places; to awaken memory of greater kind?
Have we not walked shadows; In Otherworld and Under;
In realms afar and near, and within seen forgotten faces?
Have we not, I ask, and silently, I wonder
Are we not the masters; teaching wisdom which we hold;
Guiding the lost to their Light and the awoken to their Truth?
Are we not the whispering voices; words spoken from the Source
Weaving silently the patterns of the Stars and the Journeys of our Souls?
Are we not the flames of Old; forgotten sparks to the Ever-going
Awaiting the Rise of the Sun, and the Emerging of the World?
Are we not, I ask, in this Time of Gathering
Awake, dear Ones, in this Time of Unity
It has Begun.
To the Few
Have we not awaited and danced under the surface;
Awakening the sleeping spirits, and warmed the hearts of the cold?
Are we not Everlasting; were never born and can never die;
Ever circling the sacred groves, and the Land of Old?
Have we not fought battles; in Light and Dark alike,
Created Elemental creatures, others arising with own Mind?
Have we not closed our Circles, Past with Future through the Now,
Passed times anew, and places; to awaken memory of greater kind?
Have we not walked shadows; In Otherworld and Under;
In realms afar and near, and within seen forgotten faces?
Have we not, I ask, and silently, I wonder
Are we not the masters; teaching wisdom which we hold;
Guiding the lost to their Light and the awoken to their Truth?
Are we not the whispering voices; words spoken from the Source
Weaving silently the patterns of the Stars and the Journeys of our Souls?
Are we not the flames of Old; forgotten sparks to the Ever-going
Awaiting the Rise of the Sun, and the Emerging of the World?
Are we not, I ask, in this Time of Gathering
Awake, dear Ones, in this Time of Unity
It has Begun.
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