The Call (A Tribute To Joseph Campbell)

I heard it early in my life it was oh so vague at first it commanded to explore it grew clearer with time so I sought and dreamed scanning a small universe I have written on it often it found me in a green forest propped against an oak tree reading and imagining more and when I closed my eyes I could almost see the way the star-swirl caressed me and I slept to find silence fear was as great as the call the push and the pull tore tore at my heart and soul till final confusion roared I woke and was lost again I slept and found in fantasy the chimera in a nightmare the demon that had to die red eyed and vicious claw a reflection in black water the teachers came and went pointing to odd cryptic visions beckoning from the black hole at the center of time's wheel then student became teacher the sound was a cymbal crash so the journey was begun foes and obstacles defeated until a final challenge called to step away from needing to know that life is enough is the mastery of the divine still I trembled hesitant there were stories to write and wrongs to be set right the loose ends of existence needed tying to a neat bow exhausted gods were let go I learned that life is motion life is like a horror movie when you think it ending the beast thought dead will resurrect its awful head to die upon your final sword I stole the beast's treasure I stripped away its vanity and made escape at last it was escape from future it was escape from past no evil can stop me now so for me it comes to this to be the voice in the wood giving it a song and verse knowing the how and why what peace has come to me the redemption in my word