The old ones are calling us,
way across the oceans of time
They have something to tell us
Want to help us
In our search for a new way of being
They are calling us back to see our roots
To understand how we came to be here
The old ones are calling us
To recognise our ancestors.
Their struggles
And their truth
Are our birthright
The things that strengthen us
T he stories that guide us
We have learnt half truths
Laid over half truths
And they serve us not
They feed not our soul
For we know in the depths
Who we truly are
And the old ones are calling us
Back home
To the stories of our kin
We came from over the sea
We came in boats
We came ashore
We came to conquer new lands
We came to find new homes
We came for we were lost
Refugees on the ocean of time
We came in waves
Over time uncountable
Kin of kin
Kin slaying kin
Memories erased by time
And half told truths
Back to our shores
The land of plenty
The land of our dreams
The land of our forebearers
The land of prophecy and vision
The land of our long forgotten past
Our ancestors
And our future
We came to seek our home
As all sea borne creatures do
The old ones are calling us
It is time
To reclaim our stories
The Storytellers have returned
To teach us the will and the wit
Of long forgotten kin
To peel back the layers
Of long forgotten tales
We can never go back
Ne’er return
Nor ought to try
And neither can we go on
To a paradise sought
Not ought to try
For the wisdom of the elders
Is right here with us now
It’s here in the whisper of the wind
It calls on the wailing tides
It burns through clouds
A vision of summer
And baked it holds us
Womb like
Feeding and quenching
Every need
Our old ones were shamans
There is no need to seek
Them in the lands of others
There is no need to borrow
From alien traditions
There is no need
For anything more
Than a good ear
When the old tales are taught
Forget your sums calculations and graphs
Forget the rise and fall of those in power
Live not in the future
And dwell not in your past
But listen to the old ones
As they sing your soul back home.
The timeless one
Is all we need heed
Sink into deep leafy earth
Rejoice in spring breezy airs
Leap into the summer lands
And harvest well
The old ones worshipped
What they saw, felt and heard
All around them
We would do well
To follow suit
It is here we are home
Revelling in the very pith
Of our land
Growing roots
To reach down
To take hands
One to another
There beneath the loam
Where our ancestors roam
Free
And we on the surface their senses
Whilst high above
Birds dance on the wing
We are one, we are one, we are one
Teach this simple truth
T o your children
Sing and dance it
Into their very bones
Pray with your bliss
And revere with your grief
Honour with your fear
And champion with your rage
These are our sacred gifts
Listen to the tales of the old ones
Listen and repeat them lovingly
Savouring their flavours
Upon your tongue
And your belly
Let your heart follow its desire
And join hands with your kin
The old ones have spoken
Revel in their tales
Bring them to life
Dwell in woods
By the sea
Let the breeze lift your hair
And gladden your heart
Run deer like across meadows
Open your heart to the sound of love
As it courses through every living being
Respond to subtle signs
Follow your intuition
Honour all as your equal
And doubt not your skill
Live the life of a story
Wind borne
One to the other
Changing
Yet changeless
Rejoice in our roots
Love our land
Remember our tales
And become as a child
The true receptacle
Then take up your sword
Your mighty flaming power
And forge passion into your life
Live and breathe your story
Share all you have to give
Freely
And aim true
Your purpose is all.
Then honour the old ones
Those who came before
For what are you
But the sinew of a greater one
A woven thread
Of the tapestry
Of our people
Who came to this land
From over the sea.
The Old Ones are calling
can you hear, can you hear
Can you hear?
