Ancient and Wise, Lord of the Tribe,
Slain by the scythe of Death.
Entombed eternal, not yet be.
The seed richly planted.

For from your loin, a beauty to behold
The Youth of Divinity springs forth.
He awakens to the Universe in Wonder and Awe
To taste the fruit of the Mother.

His drive moves him forward to challenge the Fates.
Courage beats in his heart, as the Explorer
Journeys from valley to hill, village to village,
Questing for the yearning of his heart.

His reflection of soul he sees in another.
And Love does blossom, Lover-to-Lover, man-to-man.
Eternal this be, forever the Now.
This reality, to many is naught, and the heart doth break.

Shattering of mind, body and soul demands wholeness.
A calling awakens, the Healer steps forth
To Heal the Self and Tribe.
Love manifests in new form, beyond ‘I’.

Love in wrath, protection of all,
The strength to do what is necessary
Beats in the blood and cry of the Warrior.
For there is no greater Love…

Battle of Life and Death cannot be sustained.
Balance is sought and gained.
Male is Female, Dark is Light, Dual is One,
Sacred Androgyne, sacred Be-ing.

The Universe thus grasped, veils do part,
Standing there between, sacrificed from ego.
The Shaman brings to the Tribe
The Light of Other, the jewel of Gnosis.

Experienced fulfilled, cradling the Tribe,
Knowing love of man in many ways,
Child, lover, defender; his Wisdom does pass,
The Elder does die, yet ever reborn of the ashes.

They speak, unified in one,
Spectrum of the Year.
I AM thee, and Thou art ME,
Never let your Love be silenced.