The story-line weaves its way toward Love like none I've yet to imagine and, believe you me, when I tell you that my imagination is soaring with Love, there’s no telling where she’ll place us down, but, while we’re still breathing, we might as well join in! Boob boom and a rat a tat tat, boom boom bippety bop boom, dance with the spirit that’s in the room, dance with the spirit that’s in everyone and everything! Groove to its affections wafting about like a sultry lullaby that’s meant for those of us who've been asleep for far too long. I remember only that which is of Love… (So, if you've been afraid most of your life, but you acted as if you weren't bothered in the least, then why the abhorrent behavior toward fellow spirit vessels of flesh and bone if and when they ever tried to understand you?) I don’t know. I’d imagine it has to do with my instinct and my love being so connected with who and where I am that it often shocks me…? I’m waiting patiently. Tim
(The Weaver's Song)