After the drought, the welcome rains
The slow years of waiting, comes a day of fulfilling
It will not come to nought, the prophecy will end the pains,
After the blindness comes the seeing,
After the disharmony comes the returning
the music will bring us back together to ourselves again.
Sometimes we have to take the painful journey
to know that we have already arrived here before
Sometimes we have to take the cycles
to end where we have started on the shore.
Sometimes we have to repeat the lessons
for our spirits to know what life is for
We came here not for life lessons and learning
We came here to know our real selves remembering.
In remembering there is laughter and liberation
A playful longing in life’s cyclic motions
Nevermore shall we be slave to life’s illusions,
In genuine insight, we can now ride our passions,
To live this life in soulful celebration
To fight the darkness the death and delusion,
We will arrive at the beautiful conclusion,
We have been here before, and now we remember,
The point and origin of our soul’s mission.
