I have broken out of my shell at last
A duck egg mottle of blue and gold
Within the shine, the safe, encircled
Without the fear, our world, its temptations
Breaking out of this fragile edge
Into rainbows, and puddles
Sunshine and forests
Where once were floods
Are now fertile soils
And the people gather
To hear wise words
For the old oak shelters
Her kith and her kin
We who break down our circle of safety
Have shattered this shell
Which ensnared our devouring
So each of our tribesfolk
Are reaching the edges
Of cities and villages, towns and farms
For The Gathering Clans
Are coming to land
Beyond worlds full of absence
In honour of life
Our homecoming tells
Of the stories the myths
Where those who trod first
On this newly laid land
Are breaking new ground
In the tale of a round earth
Are bringing new worlds
To retrieve from the old
All that was lost
In our hearts in our souls
We are breaking out free
From enslavement.
We are tilling the earth
In wonder, in care
As children weave playful
With leaves, sticks and stones
And the old folk are laughing
For old ways are gone
We are breaking the shell
Of a world which is rotting
Our servitude gone
To the dry bones of desert
breaking out free
From a culture imprisoned
by gold, jewels and wealth
Where money is god
From the pathway to ownership
Greed begets greed
From the altar of worship
Where grabbing, and death
Lie low in their hearts.
Look beyond now,
See the shell open wide
As new life emerges
Her birth cord pulsates
Earth is repealing
Her song for this time
Singing only for those
Who can hear her bells
Of the beauty once hidden
A paradise lost
She reveals in her majesty
Pearls.
And we gather to pray
At the moon, at the sun
And we gather to pray
For all
Who are listening
Songs of our grandmothers
telling our tales
Of the soil.
As the shell lies discarded
A husk reveals
Those valleys, and mountains
Where rivers flow wild
For the people are waiting
Let miracles come.
Let a change in the wind
Bring the men bound in servitude
Back from their chimera
When cities of traders
Rule yurt dwelling wise men
The world cannot breathe
For she gasps at the vileness
And gatherings grow
Like mushroom clouds.
Where are the women
Who lead from the back
Where are the elders
Who come to our aid
Where are the young ones
Who know of a future
Built on foundations
Of surety and care
Day one is coming
Where new worlds are born
And the rainbows of warriors
Scan the horizons
For there is the sign
We are ready to rise
For there is the sign
We are here.
Listen oh tribe
Listen and hear
Gather in groups
Create music and love
Share in the life
Gifted you on this earth
With the birds, and the animals
Trees and the flowers
All have a place
Beyond money, and greed
All have a space
Where new birth is welcomed
The shamans of old
Have awoken to show you
Now is the time
To be born.
Anna Tara Yakov
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