The odds to bid such a wager have been reached. How else do you explain the staying…? (The hell of humankind’s own making?) In my belief, Love swims through us all until we are ready, in every lifetime, the fullness of all Exactness. (Love…) When did it become a parlor game? Ask them that, then prepare to be humbled when she rises. Prepare to enter in a vow and finally see what humankind had lost, at long last… found! (A vow to correct the dead from the dying took…) Taken from the experience of an everlasting soul, I am, we are guardians, each, over the stone and over the truth, our existence reaching outward from the beginning. (What of the search within?) When I reach a certain age, what have I lost as I drug the drones of history in search of the answer…? (Remember it is not your search. It is your destination…) My destination is toward Love, beyond the shadow of any doubt. My inward dance is just getting started! Heave ho! Unstable foundation, something is ...
(The Weaver's Song)