Mosaic
We are the horsemen from the steppe land
come ahead to find the way
We are the Scots in kilt and armor
come ahead to save the day
We are the nock in the arrow
the sword at the hilt
We feed by our loving
and we learn from our guilt
Melting pot or mosaic
We are simply one apart
Living our illusions
Leading from the heart
Trying to find the answers
to questions not quite formed
But essential to the matter
of living life adorned
With a fine respect for all of life
to form a future without strife
We’re born again
and again
and again
We’re the mothers of the new world
begging let our children live
We’re the witches on our byres
trying to forgive
the people crowded round our fires
consigning us to hell
hard to buy we’re one with them
It’s hard to wish them well
But there really is no you and me
We’re one and the same
and what we’re doing here on earth
is playing a game
And after death we laugh about
how we played our part
Good and bad are reference points
measured by the heart
And everything makes perfect sense
when looked at from above
Where hunger pain and fear
are reference points for love
For how can we know ‘is’
if we don’t know ‘is not’
Polarity defines the game
and the players have forgot
who they are
why they came
or that there even is a game
that all lines form circles
and time is not straight
Infinity comes looping back
in a figure eight
We are the washwomen in the river
Caring for our men
We are the soldiers in the trenches
guarding freedom
We are the warriors in the new age
holding high our swords
No longer made of naked steel
But in the ethers forged
Anchored in the wounded earth
Bound to sky through flesh
the warriors take their points of light
and weave a solid mesh
Earth to Sky
heart to heart
peace on earth at last
Light spreading exponentially
Change coming fast
Bind east to west
earth to fire
below to above
Know everything that’s here on earth
Was conceived in perfect love