The Archetypal Truth Poem by Mary Campbell

In every incarnation, mobs prevail upon occasion.
We who might be torn to pieces can agree:
We're mincing words this afternoon, not out of
cowardice, although we've little inclination to be
minced. Our fragile vessels—carbon, hydrogen,
and oxygen almost entirely—are at the mercy
of the tyrants who emerge (in order, I believe,
to shake us out of entropy) and much less sturdy
than our intuition, love, and poetry.

Examine the Akashsic Records, which enumerate
successive waves of crucifixions visited upon
the weak-appearing "for the species, in the name
"of evolution." Look beyond the rant and bluster
to identify the fear, which crumbles at the mere
approach of love.

Witness centuries of persecution of the Hebrews,
whose identity was early forged as nation
and religion. Have the sons and daughters
of the prophets Abraham and Isaac any cause
to trust the mob that flourishes in fields
whose soil is inhospitable to mercy,
nourishing instead the savage physicality
that feeds on pain? Now martyrs' sons
and daughters wait, resigned and patient,
for the prophesied messiah and divine
deliverance at days of sorrows' end.

Pray not only for the meek and victimized.
Be fervent equally for those In humankind
who bare their muscles, oiled to gleaming,
those who scream obscenely live or die
into the stadium. Consult your intuition
or the stars; perhaps your part is whispering
or singing in the choir, by no means silent.
Conflicts will subside and tranquil intervals
will fortify you for relentless change. You eat,
you bathe; your grandfather tells tales;
you toddle off to bed for astral travels
with the angels.

Let your understanding open like a flower. It resists
compulsion surely as the most calamitous tsunami
brushes off its would-be trainers. Time—impossible
to rule, manipulate, restrict, or even to define—
must be respected as an orchestra conductor is
allowed to guide. Astounding then will be
the synchronicities at eventide and artistry of signs
that chase the stars across the sky.