The music’s changed. The serenade with love has lost its smile. Love’s pleading I awaken from my slumber and join in life’s loving dance. Cease your warring! Cease all sense of hatred! Do you not yet know Love? Are you as blind as this that you would attempt to destroy the very paradise you believingly seek? You have to look deep inside of you and find yourself, find the animal in you, find the instinct, and, without hesitation, remember. Have I not suffered enough at my having forgotten, at my having desecrated the heart of love? The wind blows through the sleeping willow and she sways her hips to chance. She dangles there with Love. ~ No one is the wiser until they seek inside themselves, not from a book or another’s words or ideas of another, but until they find the very thing they seek, themselves. I want to make her happy, love. She is my angel on earth, heavenly home. Go to love with haste, drop to the human-stained ground and upo...
(The Weaver's Song)