This is the belief I chose. What of my Love? Might it soar like the awe found in the first moment of recognizing where you are? Might it urge we feed our brethren? Might it urge that we end all wars, all murder, suicide and greed? Might it take away our blindness that we see the hell of humankind and realize our gravest sin? Where was I? The sin of humankind is greed. The gravest, our inability to fully Love. Love’s acknowledgement for our loveless veins! We can only tread so long, until the cab bends with the wind and the rain and the grave sorrow of the tree. That’s where you were? No. I was not there, yet I know of its eternity. I have flown with the angels. I have fused my words with the sweet sound of Love, a belief emerged from under her grasp! I writhe, in heaven, evermore… ~ I saw myself fall pray to my own belief. It struck me when I least expected it, it’s danced inside of me forever. In all of us lives this other frame, a spirit that dwells in all of us, con...
(The Weaver's Song)