(Artwork by Abel Tomlinson ) When the embers began to glow I joined in, motionless, I danced with another, yet it was the spirit's collective dreams that brought me to the one. I didn’t choose the path that carried me here today, I couldn’t, I had no idea I’d show up to this ballet. I just moved with the current of one, the spirit’s affections, their hope, and with diverse belief, the where, of where I was destined, was not in my control. I didn't try to steer the ship, there was no okay from me to go, the opposite of being rudderless, because it’s precisely how this beautiful world flows. Love, won’t you please take my hand, a peaceful hand which needn't extend from me alone? My hands and arms are clasped, ready to dance this quest that is shaped from hope? Yes! Hope is alive and well on these streets today! Oh! Dance dear spirit! Dance! This moment must go on forever. I might stumble, but I shouldn’t fail this, my chance! Freedom’s calling out to m
(The Weaver's Song)