Song of the Crop Circles

Song of the Circles Teasing are the secrets in the golden summer grain, No manual to tell us what they mean, Hasty follows harvest, only pixels now remain, Of mandalas in meadowlands serene. While the cynics turned away or treated them with scorn And the pundits ruled them best to be ignored-- What was there to see in the curling of the corn? Yet others gazed and found their spirits soared It’s a banner from beyond, they said, there’s nothing left to fear It’s not about surviving till we die, Simply stare and humbly, the message will be clear, It’s a blessing from the Universal “I”. Mystic Circle Makers, we thank you for the call, Your messages from Godly far domains, That till everything’s let go, Love cannot conquer all But when everything’s let go, Love remains…. Mystery Circle Makers, your etchings tell us all, To kindle back the kindness in mankind, To celebrate in Eden, not the garden of The Fall, And leave the myths and legends far behind. This the final clarion that all the world should heal, That paradise within is to explore, This is what the circles have gently to reveal, That living is for giving, more and more. After centuries of yearning, is it what we long to hear That all is well, no matter how it seems, That Love’s the only constant in the fleeting of the years, And Time itself another of our dreams.... Mystic Circle Makers, we thank you for the call, Your messages from Godly far domains, That till everything’s let go, Love cannot conquer all But when everything’s let go, Love remains…. © Christopher Murphy