________________________________________ When we shut our eyes and let it all go the world we are conscious of ends and something new begins we find ourselves at a beginning the story doesn't come to an ending our echo's bend to a new frame of existence not corruption, war, pollution and resistance but a new and bright corridor bringing relief passageways leading us away from our grief into a new painting made of thoughts and heartbeats a thrumming and drumming, a new masterpeace Listen to our newly forming words, they speak our truth speak of our union with Home and our use they rumble and quake, they rattle and shake they bring us to ourselves in a way speak of things we want, we need to say listen to your own, listen to others listen to your sisters and your brothers celebrate our wondrous connection live, love and laugh in a new direction toward and not away from one another as cousins, as fathers and as mothers let us sing, let us take our place this masterpeace is ours...
(The Weaver's Song)