Labours of Hercules
Born in a manger,
The life and love of universal light
To enter our dark world, as
Diverted the course of two rivers
cleanse the dark stables of Augeas.
This is the muck of millennia,
selfishness and hate, the pride
And separation, connivings of fate,
of centuries, the cause
Of our condition and discontent.
In spite of Krishna,
The prophets, Christ and Mohammed,
We worked our disruption
in the world,
Filled the vessel of compassion with filth.
Heroes today should
strive and work together
To make this fractured world whole,
frightened and hungry,
The bewildered and battered, the oppressed
strength and sustenance from the cup
Of the water-carrier. The last supper
millions has been made by betrayal
Or indifference. Different tribes
varying habits, but breathe
The same air, bleed the same blood.
As guru and
avatar, as the prophet,
As the compassionate Maitreya,
Christ works for past,
present and future,
Cleaning our stables with water
Of universal understanding,
That all may eat from the manger
And grow in light. Now let all disciples
this energy throughout the world
Of finger, feather, frond and earth.