Have I not satisfied your desires? Have I not performed to your satisfaction? I have to those who stole Love, to those who lied to Peace, return him, he needs seek the truth of his Love. The story is being written, not imagined. Well, twelve of one, half-dozen of the other. I am ready. I kid you not. Now is the time to summon my story for all to hear, I promise it will be most loving and never offer an absolute that isn’t wrapped up in an understood constant flux, a changing therefore not absolute evolution of life, spirit, and story… Shame on us for having the audacity to think it ever ends! I am here for purposes beyond my own capacity to know, this is being remedied in my dance with all other spirits. The Fayetteville Prayer Room tonight was with the spirit, the realm I’ve long since grown to know. I dance with all and I am about to emerge a free man with one amazing story to tell from this point forward, not an echo from my past, but a return to the truth in the now, an ech...
(The Weaver's Song)