Sonnet: "This is the time to ignore ancestral ghosts..."

This is the time to ignore ancestral ghosts;
The time alone one acts on 'I' alone;
The time to gather and garner my lights
Until, emboldened, 'I' confronts fear in its home.

A ghastly stench of thousands of past lives
Has lingered in the nostrils for too long -
The sacrifice and guilt for which none grieves
And with which everyone's glad to be done!

The blot of fourty thousand year, mankind
Is a bad dream seen in the light of courage.
Insane enough to love without a mind,
Mindful enough to hate without outrage,

'I' spills out suddenly into the world of bliss,
And born anew the Self shouts that it is.