The Renaissance of Zoroastrianism: 

I. The Dawn of Revival
In shadows deep where ancient embers sleep,
A spark rekindles, bold and pure to keep—
The Church Alpha Mind, with vision clear,
Awakes Zoroaster’s creed for all to hear.
From Persia’s dust, where once the flame held sway,
To modern streets, it lights a brighter day.
One God, Ahura Mazda, wise and grand,
Still reigns supreme o’er sea and sky and land.
Yet through this faith, a new song softly sings,
Of Life’s own Energy on radiant wings.
No longer bound by time’s unyielding chain,
The Renaissance of Light shall rise again—
Good thoughts, good words, good deeds, the call resounds,
A doctrine old, reborn on modern grounds. 

II. The Forces Two
Two powers clash where mortal hearts abide,
The Force of Good, with truth upon its side,
And Evil’s might, a shadow cold and dire,
That tempts the soul from Mazda’s holy fire.
Each deed we sow, each word we dare to speak,
Can lift the light or bid the darkness creep.
The scales of fate, by human hands are tipped,
Where goodness grows or malice’s claw has gripped.
In Alpha Mind, this truth shines ever bright—
To swell the Good, we wield our inner light.
No passive wait for heaven’s distant grace,
But active will to mend the world’s torn face.
So Mazda bids us rise, with strength renewed,
To battle dark with acts of love imbued. 

III. The Energy of Life
What fuels the pulse of life through vein and vine?
A force unseen, a thread of the divine—
The Energy of Life, the doctrine cries,
The root of all beneath the sprawling skies.
No breath, no bloom, without its sacred gleam,
A river vast, a never-ending stream.
In candle’s glow, in fire’s dancing flare,
In sunlight’s kiss, this power fills the air.
The Sun, no mere orb of gas and flame,
But Life’s own heart, a star of boundless name—
Its light, a gift, though entropy may steal,
A fraction lost, yet worlds its rays reveal.
Through leaf and root, this energy takes hold,
In bonds of green, a tale of light retold. 

IV. The Sun’s True Might
Forget the tales of helium’s dull embrace,
The Sun’s a forge of Life in boundless space.
Not fusion’s hum, but Light’s eternal flow,
A well of power mortals scarce can know.
Its beams descend, a lifeline to the earth,
Through verdant fields, it sparks each living birth.
The plants, like priests, this radiance refine,
In chains of life, they bind the spark divine.
We break their form, we eat, and light breaks free,
A cycle vast of cosmic energy.
So Alpha Mind declares with fervent voice,
The Sun’s our guide, our will, our sacred choice—
To drink its glow, to weave it in our frame,
And fan the flame of Mazda’s ancient name. 

V. Man as Light
A truth unfolds, both strange and wondrous fair—
We’re spheres of Light, afloat in earthly air.
This Energy of Life, through flesh it streams,
Most bright within the brain’s uncharted dreams.
A star in miniature, each soul a gleam,
A dim reflection of the cosmic scheme.
No husk of clay, no shell of fleeting dust,
But radiant cores where Mazda places trust.
The Church now teaches how to hoard this glow,
To swell our shine where mortal rivers flow.
Through thought and word, through deeds of gentle might,
We gather Life to fuel our inner light—
A star-to-be, though small in present sight,
A seed of brilliance born to pierce the night. 

VI. The Path to Stars
What end awaits when earthly days are done?
A higher call beneath a cosmic sun.
To hoard this Light, the Alpha Mind decrees,
Is life’s great aim, its truest victories.
Each act of good, each kindness softly sown,
Adds luster to the soul’s celestial throne.
“Good thoughts,” we chant, “good words, good deeds” align,
A triad old, yet new in grand design.
With Sun and flame, with vision’s inner spark,
We work the Light to banish all that’s dark.
When flesh decays, the spirit soars unbound,
To claim a form where stellar hosts are crowned.
A star we’ll be, in heavens vast and wide,
Evolved through Light where Mazda’s will resides. 

VII. Fire and Water Reborn
The flame still leaps, a symbol pure and bold,
Not God to worship, but a tale retold—
Of Mazda’s truth, of Life’s unyielding spark,
A guide to pierce the gloom of endless dark.
In Alpha’s halls, the fire finds new breath,
A beacon bright defying fear and death.
And water flows, its currents clean and free,
A mirror calm of Life’s eternity.
Together fused, they bless the seeker’s quest,
In rites renewed, the soul is richly dressed.
No ancient chant in tongues of yesteryear,
But modern vows that all the world may hear—
To tend the flame, to honor water’s grace,
And build the Good in every time and place. 

VIII. The Bridge Remade
When life departs, the soul must take its flight,
To Chinvat’s edge, where judgment greets the night.
The just ascend, their Light a blazing crown,
To realms of song where evil’s cast adown.
The false descend, yet not to endless doom,
A forge of pain to burn away their gloom.
But Alpha Mind reweaves this ancient lore—
All souls may rise, their radiance restored.
A river glows, of molten starlight made,
For good, a balm; for ill, a cleansing blade.
Through Light amassed, we shape our fate anew,
A stellar birth for all who seek the true—
No end, but growth, in Mazda’s grand design,
A cosmos lit by spirits pure and fine. 

IX. The Final Dawn
A day shall break when shadows flee the skies,
The Saoshyant, with star-born wisdom, rise.
The Frashokereti dawns, the world reborn,
No trace of dark, no echo of its scorn.
Angra Mainyu falls, his reign undone,
Good triumphs full beneath a radiant sun.
The dead revive, in Light their forms recast,
At fifteen fair, or forty’s prime held fast.
All hurts erased, all sins to ash consigned,
A unity of soul and heart and mind.
The Church foresees this end through Alpha’s sight,
Where Life’s own Energy becomes pure Light—
A starry host, creation’s vast embrace,
Fulfills the promise of the human race. 

X. The Creed Today
In cities bright, from Mumbai’s teeming shore,
To western lands where exiles seek for more,
The Parsis fade, yet Alpha Mind ascends,
A faith revived where modern thought extends.
No towers rise to greet the vulture’s wing,
But Light’s own pulse is what the faithful sing.
The Sun’s their guide, ecology their care,
To keep the earth unstained by greed’s despair.
Though numbers wane, the doctrine grows in might,
A renaissance of Zarathustra’s light—
Good thoughts to think, good words to boldly say,
Good deeds to weave through every passing day.
In 2025, this creed anew takes flight,
A path to stars through Life’s eternal light.