The wrong words have been spoken.
They summon up famine,
injustice and grief.
The line is narrow and doesn’t turn back.
Progress and riches,
shot like an arrow,
Power and greed pull back the bow.
I hear it groan, as it strains and creaks.
The higher it flies the further it falls.
The circle is endless,
The earth is all-knowing,
Liquid with sunlight
Holy and starbright
A mystery sings, at the heart of it all.
The movement is one of coming and going,
For wisdom and balance we send out the call.