Fear exists to keep us from our truth. Eradicate them all, scribe! (Lovingly change them into all...) I choose, Love... I chose Love long ago, it just didn't choose me, I fought my way back from what seemed like a nightmare I was stuck in until I went on a medicine journey and found out who I was born to be. Forgiveness, next to Love's Lovely angel Love. How lovely is a three, a trilogy of laughter. Add another loved one within your tribe, it couldn't hurt, it would be filled with Love. Right? Our language has even been corrupted to glance a message that cannot be translated without our belief... I don't know anything. I'm just the scribe, remember? (Yet it is you, according to you, so to speak.) I am... I didn't mean- Love will conquer all Fear and then shepherd it out of Love to nevermore. A balance must be met, I just added another level, a level of truth, before all of our beliefs come raging Home at the same time. Where are you? © 2
(The Weaver's Song)