Rays of the New Aeon

Poetry of Krael and Mirabel

poems by krael

tyreme gaia

hurricane-tempests pummel the straining sails
of our good ship gaia. our intrepid captain logos
navigates perilous seas, avoiding maelstroms
and reefs. his voice is heard booming above the
roaring chaos, calling "all hands man the oars!"
he co-ordinates our efforts by calling cadence to
the drum beat of service-to-others. wielding the
sacred word, he slays all ego-dragons rising up
from the depths. our great white brotherhood
compass guides us safely through the great storm
into the new world.

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