I know the truth
Behind a spring's summer day
When the youth discovers for the first time
The playfulness and power
In the re-telling of our forever story
Called upon to embark
On the hero's journey
When God reaches out
To the hidden resources of the endless well
Of wonder
Drawing forth the genetic maps
From our collective human spirit
It's an irresistible call
Dividing and drawing together
Boys and men, girls and women
As we are chosen for our paths
Opening our hearts, or denying the voice
(For we all receive the call)
Making a choice between uncertainty
Or the illusion of permanence
Let me tell you
That it's never as simple
As I can possibly communicate
Through satori inducing rhyme
For some, there is very little choice in the matter...
Like the soldier who is called to war
Never quite expecting, but always prepared
Called on to defend or attack
To live or to die...
The choices are the same
As in every other facet of life
To sleep or to wake
To work hard or not at all
To care or not to care
Though the circumstances vary
Sometimes requiring perseverance
In the face of terror
Like the young person
Called upon to be a mother or father
Who, like the soldier
Must make the mental shift
From me to us
From protected to protector
From wondering to wonder
The choices made are consciously made
With the gestalt and the balance
Now figuring in
As prime prerequisites
The answer is clear
But not often heard, or not believed
It is free for the taking, but not often perceived
Except by the heroes
In whom it's not just a voice
But the one path
Leading to the freedom of mind...
Freedom of spirit.
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