Turning Point?

We inherit time honoured myths, But rarely do we deconstruct them. We seek asylum from present woes In some artificial Eden or other. Yet the wastelands of the soul Stretch further day by day and The flashing dream of healing Summer rain seems remote; Especially in a dry season. We need new maps to guide us Towards the unbroken kingdom, Where Love and Light still reign, Despite the modern descent Into darkness and decay. The spectres of virtual worlds Now haunt our consciousness. Perhaps, profound ancient symbols Can be revived in innovative ways. Yet we need new maps as The old ones are not clear any more. Indeed, their obscure codes are baffling. They are no longer fit for purpose. They are tainted by history's follies. With this in mind, let us open the door That leads to endless possibilities: Poetry, art and music as alchemy; Cross- fertilisation of vibrant cultures. There is still time to transcend The past and complete the circle. I say let a thousand flowers bloom!