I am the next one, are these words the thing that evade my howling lips? Do I see them more as a metaphor and have yet to feel the audacity of their truth? Have I unwittingly staged a coup d'état on hell? Maybe it was purposeful from the spirit of Love. If humankind will but recognize belief as our return of love to Love we’ll have meaning. It never ceases, it is eternal this ingestion of the fullness of love, Love would have it no other way. Did we really expect Creation’s love to end? We haven’t the capacity for such thought? Never-end? If Heaven truly does exist, then we, my finely un-feathered friends, are already inside of eternity, so wouldn’t it be best if we began to recognize where we are and treat eternity as if it’s Heaven, or at the least as a Heavenly Home? (Silence…) (Wind…) (Traffic!) Human-fouled traffic wanting me to fear! Anything and anyone that invites fear into my heart must be regarded as the enemy to the fullness of Love. (Echo…) (Silence…) ...
(The Weaver's Song)