A tree with healthy roots will flourish, a tree without, will wither and die. The same may be said of anything. The root is the soul of the tree, the root is the heart of the flower, the rain, the life spring of the river, the source, the breathing core of civilization. When we confront the knowledge of this with the root of ourselves we realize there is no alternative but to strengthen blood's derivation so that we might grow out of our seeking. Our source is humanity. Humankind, we are the root. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)