Guardians of the Earth,
Recorders of the realm;
Mother Earth pushes them out
Delivers them off,
...
A whirl,
An encircling with powerful swirls,
While on surveillance,
A keen observation of target,
...
Guardians Of The Earth
Guardians of the Earth,
Recorders of the realm;
Mother Earth pushes them out
Delivers them off,
At the eleventh hour,
The eleventh circle,
To record occurrences as life runs it's cycles.
A repetition
Nothing new, only newer vessels.
An outpouring of the spirit,
Old wines into new wine skins
A transfer of content,
As custodians,
Into newer vessels.
A divine call,
Only few can and are able to answer,
A yearning of the soul,
One which none else hears
One which chases fears,
Far away, bringing no tears,
Only of Joy,
Purpose and fulfilment.
We occur in different vessels.