I thought I was a traveling salesman in my past life, trying to sell the world a rainbow made from fear, a cautionary tale that melts to Love’s touch and as one they glide with ease into another and another and another. Let them in… (What of my loving haven’t I shown?) The current dose of love is drying up, decomposing from a foul use of its source. It’s certainly not enough of my full Love! And I should know, I withheld all love until I chose to scratch my way back to the only thing I can possibly know which is the eartH of Love. I just believe… There are those that have danced in a serious way with me, and they know who they are. I have done so to learn from my own mistakes and then strive to be able to figure in the part of my duty that I’ve failed to honor. I could have stood up and been just another of the many braying, yapping about things that only God knows, instead, I chose not to know, because the journey, thus far, is a person-changing, amazing experience. It change
(The Weaver's Song)