by Tom Mcmurray

Created on: October 07, 2009

I am an ageless sage of truth,
A silent spirit born, not for
Or from causation's cause
But to exist until man's end;
A loving, living witness to
The telling tale of time's travail
Through pain and joyful journey's made.

I am embodied deep within
The hope of human history.
From simple steps emerging up
Out of the ooze primordial -
Through ever escalating growth,

Of language acquisition skills until
Proficiently profound in reasoned thought.

And I shall stay to chronicle,
Unbiased and immutable,
The beauty and the brutal truth of man.

I am neither prior nor priori,
Neither master nor a slave,
Existing in absentia from
The turning tides of men.

I am the scribe of certainty,
Committed to consistency -
And perfect promulgation
Of the mischief and the majesty
My history calls man.

Through primal evolution
Till the primate did evolve,
And then become a thinking creature
That became the "human being."

I am time's spirit witness,
Long assigned and long consumed
With every act and declaration
Made by mortal man.

I'll tell the tale where desert sun
Brought pigmentation to the skin of man.
Then on to arctic tundra
When such pigmentation dissapates
.
The purity of white and black,
Of all and none and in-between,
I've seen in every human being.

I am the teller of the tale
To state the simple truth of time
As it existed in the past
And as it does exist today.

Man's primal past is filled with pain!
From continent to continent,
As ice intrudes imbued with rage,
A mass migration must be made.
The tribes of man must find more food
Or man cromagnon will become extinct;
So man adroitly soon adapts.

He moves beyond the bering straits,
as ice in mass begins to melt.
Then raging, resstless seas begin to rise
the bering straits just seem to sink
And soon are sealed by sediment
To never rise again.

But that great journey is forgotten,
Like the journeys long before
From desert sun to arctic cold;
Too long this tapestry of time
For tribal memory to last.

It's only in the Shaman's soul
Such ancient memories exist.
He shares with tribal people there
The tales of talking spirit dreams
That tell of journeys made in time -
And all the souls they left behind
To help protect the troubled tribe.

This time of tribal clarity
Is seen to spring from unity
Of faith in Shaman sanctity;
Which brings a new apostasy:

(Belief) in things not seen.

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