In your City, Carl Sandburg,
            Zarathushtis gather
            transplanted or born
            immigrants, generations X, Y,  all  Z's
            in the land of your laughing corn
            and your proud, Aztec Mask,
            wanting to make connections,
            wanting to draw a larger circle

            We see traditions of the past,
            reflected in the present
            with wisdom
            advising
            consoling
            empowering
            teaching
            meditating
            chanting

            So also, we remove
            walls of fearful obstacles
              and in their place,
            we build a path
            of righteous order
            of support  and strength,
            a family of humanity

            We set the foundation
            for a communal home
            with architecture
            of Gathic values,
            the  Good Mind
            the Good Word
            the Good Deed,
            the Way of ASHA



            With the red radiant fire
            from our prayer altar
            lighting our way,
            guiding our generation X, Y, Z's,
            on the road to unearthing
            a view of the new world
            on the road to discovering
            our ancient way of life

            We see the vibrant
            faces of the  future
            transcending all times,
            riding  the gentle and stormy winds
            of our world soul
            on sun filled clouds
            in our new times

            Empowered by
            thousands of years
            of collective unconscious,
            a potential to tear down,
            or to build up,
            stoic
            accepting
            celebrating
            dreaming
            thinking
            learning
            evolving
            creating

            In the circle
            of the present,
            where past and future meet,
            in the very cradle,
            where our children cry out,
            cover us with your warmth,
            and tell us your stories

            This  is  where it all begins,
            or  it all ends,
            the choice is ours,
            to usher in  frasho kereti,
            renewal and progression
            of the earth

            Our  future thus
            begins each day,
            in our enlightened mind
            progressing
            innovating
            creating

            The ties that bind Zarthushtis
            are  wool strands of righteousness,
            binding and unbinding endlessly
            over the garments of eternal souls

            The sun is rising now,
            the fire is kindled,
            the prayer chanted,
            And now, a new day begins