If I build my belief into something worthy of the earth, I’ll have found that I must have used only love to do so, nothing but love. I will arrive if I create my belief according to love’s lessons. I feared "hell" more than I imagined heaven, and look at me, look at my use of her! The gates of love open when I realize where I am. Rejoice to that and hallelujah... and weep and bob and rant and rave, and blubber and wail, etc, but never again forget the earth or my agony will be mine alone to blame and then I'll die, to again return and perhaps again muck up the earth, forgo love, again and again- only to muck up the- Stop! It will please creation if you’ll but love… I guess I may have fallen back a bit on the trace to who I was or am, but I’m here now dealing with what everyone else has been dealing with and suppressing for far too long, my singular self and asking forgiveness from its host. The earth is my first beholden and, if it weren’t for my horrible thoughts,...
(The Weaver's Song)