So long it has been for this race:
the darkness, the blindness, the hatred.
Violent horror of the depths
playing in the surface
of space and time.
Ah, but a light is on the horizon.
The days of men living out external images
to project their internal terrors
We will learn to redirect this energy
from whence it came and to who
it rightfully belongs:
The break of this day, however,
awaits the night of a new dark.
The inward plunge of the depths,
into the merciful love
that is simultaneously suffering, hating, anguish.
What was once a bloody war of the world
transforms into the war of our own [inner] worlds.
You are wise to fear yourself,
and the multitudes you contain.
Your center awaits you.