Duality

Duality
When April bursts anew
and bright birds swoop and call
far away the summer day,
farther yet mellow fall;
t'will come, and winter too.

Gather the four winds free
whistle around the hearth
look within, your close kin
content with joy and warmth.
Come away; come with me.

Come where the wide world waits
with beckoning roads and
twisting streams; come, your dreams
of lofty sail, white sand.
Come while it still awaits.

That siren song so clear
calls forth at every turn;
rising, falling, calling,
reaching out for those who yearn.
Come away. Can you hear?

This road leads to this
and that stream rivers there:
Mystery, Unity,
Diversity, then where?
T'will come, and not remiss.