A new way is born. An old pathway has been rediscovered under the leaves and the dendritic grime of the forgotten ages. As one, who had been lost, who understands what it feels for the newly formed burning sword to be tempered by the cooling waters of the rainbow stream, this pathway means a way forward. For the ways are clear. There is nothing now between the veils, and the forgotten ancient ones can now be heard in my mind.
And I am smiling. For this way is still hidden to most. They fail to understand the new movements of the sun and the stars. They cannot passed their own ego rooted lives. They will never understand. Recognition is food for the ego. Yet it is the solitary ones who are the snow ploughs creating the openings and the roadways home ...