A poem in the style of Neitzche

The Great Unwinding is over;
no more hidden remembrances.
for yea, now is the beginning
of the Age of Aquarious.
Follow the path to the distant shore
And no longer speak of past transgressions
For thine is the power within and without
The winding path knowest not where it leads
but verily it arrives
again and again
over and over
forever and ever.
The owl aflights from the tree;
the hummingbird hovers;
the coyote howls and the hidden spirit whispers.
Who, though, will listen?