I know the truth behind a spring's summer day
      When the youth discovers for the first time
      The playfulness and power in the re-telling of our forever story
      Called upon to embark on the hero's journey
      When God reaches out
      To the hidden resources of the endless well of wonder
      Drawing forth the genetic maps from our collective human spirit

      It's an irresistible call dividing and drawing together
      Boys and men, girls and women
      As we are chosen for our paths
      Opening our hearts, or denying the voice
     (For we all receive the call)
      Making a choice between uncertainty
      Or the illusion of permanence

           Let me tell you that it's never as simple
           As I can possibly communicate through satori inducing rhyme
           For some, there is very little choice in the matter

      Like the soldier who is called to war
      Never quite expecting, but always prepared
      Called on to defend or attack, to live or to die...
      The choices are the same as in every other facet of life
      To sleep or to wake, to work hard or not at all
      To care or not to care, though the circumstances vary
      Sometimes requiring perseverance in the face of terror

      Like the young person called upon to be a mother or father
      Who, like the soldier
      Must make the mental shift from me to us
      From protected to protector, from wondering to wonder
      The choices made are consciously made
      With the gestalt and the balance
      Now figuring in as prime prerequisites

      The answer is clear
      But not often heard, or not believed
      It is free for the taking, but not often perceived
      Except by the heroes in whom it's not just a voice
      But the one path
      Leading to freedom of mind
      Freedom of spirit.