Let there be harmony between comrades,
Let the real games begin –
The old story wearing thin.
Industrial military complex burning up the earth,
Time for collective conscious rebirth.
Solstice beckons,
The light within renewed,
Held by the Mother Spirit
We are making it through
The shift of the Ages,
The Apogee of Rages.
Apotheosis for the species,
Fulfilment of the mysteries,
Exists in love of Self for Self,
The sandiest of beaches.
Each of us has a paddle
And the shore is in reach
The divine love of comrades
No longer fighting over daddy Gods
But remembering the Mother,
Will bring about the real revolution
Where we see all as Self, no Others.
Each friend, each lover has a part to play
With gifts to share, a guide on the Way:
Union is underneath
The many things we seek.
Union is where life began
Harmony is the ultimate plan,
When human mind surrenders
To the presence of the One in All
We will be reunited with nature
Mended from the Fall.
Each day this is true
In all that we do,
Let’s let the earth goddess dreams
Come through.