Harbinger of Knowledge

HARBINGER OF KNOWLEDGE

Harbinger of knowledge,
Within the prison of our minds,
You are opening the windows,
And allowing the fresh air,
To invigorate our souls,
Knowledge is power,
Or is it awareness…
That is the shower of truth,
From the fountain of love.

In a state of mindlessness,
There are no boundaries,
There are no limitations to what we can achieve,
The arrows of words,
Sink into the heart of ignorance,
Giving it new life,
From the dark narrow world,
More light and expansion,
More thoughts and tension,
Where realisation meets apprehension.

The future it calls and awaits,
It is listening for your answer,
Who are you?
Who will you become?
Will you stay true to the rhythm of your drum?
Or will you dance to another’s tune,
And forget that you know,
Your way.

The child of knowledge,
Carries the utterings of a million voices,
Ideas enshrined in the tomb of books,
Speaking to the dead,
They are exhausted but alive,
Their pain exhumed many questions, why?

We see ourselves in the spaces of glory,
And embalmed in their story,
Alas it is not our own,
We feel alone in the library of antiquity.

A messenger,
We reach out to deliver the word,
And the roots spread out across the lifeless plain,
But will they take hold and produce new growth.

The tree of knowledge leaves its warning,
In the drought of global warming,
It knows but dares not act,
Where is the clarion call to humanity?
It is time to stop the insanity.

Wisdom urges you to feel again,
The windows are open,
And the time has come,
To follow your dreams,
What rhythm is your vibration,
Out of tune …
Creates a new civilisation