Is wafting smoke
life’s final joke
or wisdom deep
for us to keep?
the truth I feel –
the even keel,
when Gaia speaks
the wisdom peaks.
There must be more
to this new door
than just a joke
in wafting smoke.
Answers are seen
where nought have been,
in symbols past
new meanings cast;
wisdom of old
out from the cold
to be relearned
in worlds once burned.
Old truths shall rise
before our eyes
in patterns shown
as Gaia ’s own
to stand beside
those who now hide
the truth to keep
as they do weep
for worlds undone
not yet begun.
The spirits rise
to undo lies,
relight the fire
that is Gaia;
smoke wafting high
before we die.
When smokescreens clear
life’s final fear,
the truth is there
in minds laid bare.
Wash away wars
open new doors
so we can see
who we can be.
Gaia ’s voice heard
a singing bird
to bring us peace
the true release.
When smoke does rise
our system dies
to be reborn
to earth’s new morn.