This is the first day I woke up. I rose to me, to a sea green kindness. I found truth resting on my window sill, crowing with it’s intone of love, love, love… It startled me and my sleepy eyes. It moved in me like rain, like joy, like a fortune of food and affection, all my brothers and sisters lifting the one language to truth like doves crooning peace upon the foundation. This is the first day the old me stayed asleep and the truth rose up with my great shame and began feeding the hunger inside. She sidled up next to me with a gentle charity pursed upon her lips made of goodness, whispering truth to the chaos in my name. This is the time we've been told of. The darkness we've let slip through is like a beast without legs to lift peace, a lie told long ago born in me, in you. This is not new. This is not me. This is us, the original seed, the collective wish come calling down like morning dew kissing my cheek, like a looking glass staring back at me, weeping for what I’l
(The Weaver's Song)