0222 Return To The Golden Age

We are like salmon, swimming back upstream: leaping against waterfalls that thwart, cut and bruised; but strong; our only dream return to source; no thought save source of thought; and in that fight, our iron age turns to bronze, and we to heroes, in a war of soul, as nature seeks the nature it had once; though wholly lost, remembering the whole. We silver salmon, sparkling as the sun shines on our fierce and loving enterprise: to rear our children where the world is one; the source remembered, nature's greatest prize. The golden age is ageless in its gleam and we, like salmon, swimming back upstream.