It isn’t on the map; it can’t be found
with compass, reached on foot, by plane or car.
It isn’t ruled by force; it isn’t bound
by walls. The vision opens where you are.
Irenica, the unpolluted land
beyond the dream is calling day and night,
“Come home, beloved child. The distance spanned
is Nothing. I’m within you — seek The Light.”
Her beacon gently whispers of a choice
to live where neither greed nor fear hold sway
as love unmasks confusion, stills the voice
of hatred. Sisters, brothers, it’s The Way.
A consciousness surpassing one alone
begins a blink beyond our comfort zone.