The Call

Written By: Alainnah Robertson

In Pickle Lake, Northwestern Ontario, Canada, July 1979.

Come with me, my Love

To the Land of Delight

The Land of the Butterflies

Where we are whole and complete

Where we are ourselves

My voice is the voice of the Sea

Sounding from the West

Of the Butterfly People

From the City of green and gold

City of many names

Atlantis, mythic city, safe and warm, deep within

Sheltering in the Sea of Dreams

My song is the song of the sirens of old

The song of sirens, drifting, lifting

Hung between the ultramarine seas

And the deep cobalt skies of ancient Greece

Heard by Odysseus, who saw our sweet meadow

Our fragrant meadow full of flowers

Filled with the perfume of Contemplation

How different might have been the end of his story

Had he but listened, had he but looked within

My song is the call of the seers of all time

Follow me and I will give you rest

Rest from Anxiety, from Suffering

Follow me and I will give you knowledge of secret truths

Only to be won by inner struggle

By conquering the secret life within

Held in the World of the Chrysalis

Where are you going my Love?

Light as thistledown you drift

Borne on the Spiral of Time

Come with me and I will give you

Strength and Sweetness

In Thule, misty isle of the West

The longed-for Land of Dreams

I sing of new Life, of Transformation

Like the caterpillar creeping along the ground

Seeing only the earth, struggling towards the sky

Feels within its being that this is only the beginning

We too know that life holds deeper purpose

We too know that we must withdraw into the Cocoon

Transform in every particle of our being

Emerge new creatures, loving and laughing in the light

Butterflies, reborn into the Life of Spirit

The Way is long, dark and difficult

Many are the false starts

The shattered illusions

Painfully shed

Many are the bloody struggles along the Hero's Path

Jason's Path to the Golden Fleece

Etched by the poets

The book of Truth

Written in the eye of the Eagle

In the claw of the Lioness

Written on the wings of the Phoenix

Bird of Fire and Rebirth

Revealed in the glorious flowers of spring

Can you bear to read it, my Love?

Have you Strength, dear Love

I will be with you

But have you Courage

To enter the deep Cave of Mirrors

To look into the images deep within you

To listen to the Raven, Bird of Truth?

Dare you find the beautiful Bird of Paradise?

In the Beginning there was Pain

As the Seed Coat burst asunder, releasing the new Seed

Throwing our Cosmos into Being

Giving birth to Hope

Still there is Pain

As the Butterfly People strive for fulfillment

Strive for Life, into Eternity

Come with me, my Love

You will find Truth

Mouth curved in love, but eyes of steel