oracles of the old world
have never left us
they speak to us
in the song and calls of the birds

they speak to us
through the soil
through the cycle of seasons

they speak to us
in the storm
in the rain
they speak of future
we can shape
with our effort of unity
not through our long lost quest
to conquer one another
it has only failed us
or kill others
in the name of
justice or freedom

freedom is within the heart
freedom is what we want others to give us
and we freely give them
freedom is
a choice
through our free will

the infinite peace
we so long for
is possible if we listen to the rain
the storm
the birds
the heart