Hercules’ Evolution – The Return to the Sacred
Ekene Atusiubah
This poem is a love story between my muse and I, (mother and
son) here the United Nations represents my mother. It's about my search for my
own purpose which I finally find in the purpose of the Lucis Trust. It's about
the pains that I experience while trying to satisfy my basest desires, and the
final triumph into light.
... Home sickness
my present pain
how ill I have become
how home sick
itching for your sea-blue smiles
I remember the silky texture of your flaming white cloak
I thirst now for your fresh milk dear Mother.
I see you now in my inner eye, peeling melon seeds, boiling
yams, chopping
vegetables, slicing meats, mixing spices, painting the moon
Your ancient pot and flames; great in my eyes
How you take your time, preparing tomorrow's meal
to feed hungry souls, to teach, to inspire, to restore, to
separate wheat from
chaff, to seek and gather your children to oneness.
I remember the smell of our kitchen
the light of your full moon
the restoration of enlightenment.
I remember deep truths you sowed into my fertile soil
I remember this timeless shrine, where
brotherhood, sharing, illumination, peace, meditation,
service and goodwill
were as seven candles
I remember sacred texts you gave me, of the great invocation
that guards
our future
I remember ... yes I do oh thou greatest muse
I remember this ever-fertile garden of light
where you showed me how to pour consecrated waters, freely
... abundantly
I remember these overwhelming scents of our flowers and
plants, of roses
and lotuses that we tended
I remember the sound of your awesome light, of sublime
rhythms from your
nine stringed harp
and may the hierarchy be my witness.
Years and years have gone, and many, to this purpose, have
returned
I remember with pain that dark day, when I left this pyramid
when I thought I'd grown
when I wanted to say good-bye to my big sister Alice.
I wanted to explore dear Mother
to know the world and the wild, to drink of Earth's red wine
to indulge wanton passions
to caress the nine strings of my own harp
to seek my fortune, to go beyond your eye, flames and
harmony
to seek apples beyond your garden
to not be in your care
you let me go, to learn all my lessons, hurting like any
mother would
you sent your Morning star to be my guide
Oh thou celestial light of new warriors
you said I should walk the way of the ancient, my eyes to
the east
you told me great mother, to remember the gates of Hercules,
to tread
carefully to liberation
to caress patience, to know thrift, to practice divine will,
to be
strong, loyal to true plans and purposes, to know the flames
of silence, to
walk were the Master leads
To remember Gaia, and my cousin Karma
to leave the mire of Maya
I left like Hercules I jouneyed forth
Oh Shamballa... I journeyed forth like Hercules
Travelling twelve mystery gates, through heat, light and
fire
Oh Mother...
the journey was prolonged, and the tasks and trials were as
thorns in my crown
Pain smiled inside my bones, my cross weighed like Earth's
flesh
Hunger was my friend, darkness and loneliness did bring
forth their gifts
How I thirsted like lions in drought
Scratching Earth, seeking water, honey and milk
I found me the pains and gains
But I felt lost, homesick, soul sick
lost without your flames
lost without your divine soup and milk
lost without your mind and plan
lost without your magic and legend
I return now dear Mother
I return to you oh thou Celestial virgin
Back to our kitchen and altar
back to our full-moon rituals
back to sacred secrets of Mother and son
back to serve the purpose of the Ancient
Back to your many breasts, dripping with the milk of beauty
in oneness
back to these lotuses, roses and lilies
back to my big sister Alice
back to these ancient curators of oneness
back to my Master's Ashram, holding high the torch and sword
back to this pyramid of the sun
back to this cauldron on three stones
where you craft and cook the meals of brotherhood, sharing
and illumination
to the Nations
We return again, one eyed, to oneness, in this Aquarian age
of Hercules
Hercules Evolution
... the return of the sacred ... to the sacred
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