Separation from the father is the first wound

The eruption that brings us into being

To heal the root of our belonging

We must join the eternal tribe of the freeing

The wound of the mother comes next

Our pain pushed into the world, to cut our tether

To recover from the water, to breathe our own air

We must transform, from amphibian to feather

We wear the mask to hide the third wound

Ego is the face we show to hide our tears

If yet we can shine as more than just one star

Our constellation protects us from our fears

Along the river of life we seek refuge in others

As wealth and worldly pleasures value wanes

This is the wound where love and peace may heal

Where others fail, a wisdom of the heart remains

When we understand and find our voice

Our purpose lights our chosen path

Fate will guide us as we write, pray and chant

To overcome ourselves and forgive our worldly wrath

Enlightenment comes from our surrender

In the darkness, lost, we can come to see

The ache of wanting ceases, so our vision increases

Unbound, we’ve found our soul was always free

Now that we can feel the connectedness in all

We may flow, no longer possessed by desire

Magical time marches on, relentless in its call

To be born, to live and love, is playing with fire.