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A dialogue between ancient and modern times

Modern:

O bards, beget your wisdom, tell it pure

My appetite for it is wild, wants more

What divinations have thee pray to tell

With artful voice your message you tell well

The truth of other worlds you sweet convey

And to the law of Peace you do obey

The knowledge of God is yours, the mysteries

That transcend both time and history

 

Ancient:

O friend of modern age, of your request

To beget the knowledge with which I am blessed

I open up my arms, welcome you in

To honour thee I happy, joyful sing

The democracy of knowledge beckons me

To share the truth of all I sense and see

I hope the truth regales you, feeds thy mind

Superior truth is Love, activity refined

 

Modern:

O friend, I thank thee for thy correspondence

And note your song has Love flow in its cadence

We need your wisdom in the modern age

A time when lies of shill outnumber sage

Nature stands attacked, her knowledge ******

Exactly as the monarchs have cruel planned

The trees must speak to impoverished modern ears

O tell me all the wisdom of your years

 

Ancient:

 

The trees salute your wisdom, as do I

In Nature we may find a superior sky

The monarchs? They be but exalted fools

You would do well to disobey their rules

The true lord is Ganesh, his love is sure

That cherub irresistible to adore

I tell thee, be devoted to his form

And of illusions your vision shall be shorn

 

Modern:

When present times be cold and dark as these

And trouble be as fathoms deep as seas

We could do with the wisdom of Ganesh

But from his truth the modern folk digress

They seek for glory in material things

They see an angel and, ignorant, clip his wings

It makes a sage remorseful, these cruel times

O friend, write back, with your superior rhymes

 

Ancient:

The modern folk, you're right, are led astray

By status, wealth, I share that pain, dismay

But redemption is a possibility

If souls will to think and eyes to see

Our bond with universe is there, remains

When nourished, God's wisdom rains

I end this message with a soft salute

May knowledge bless your heart, take root

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