( Fat Fenny ) Selfish. Selfish me. When my rage, like a comet enters in, it burns the lesson inside her view, nature coming to pass. But why puff at my Love? Radiance did nothing, nor did awe or wonder or beauty or goodness, to deserve my quivering ire? My bewilderment at the power of Love as it humbles me, again and again and again. So be it… Selfish that I stir such darkness in my plea for man that I turn outward! Even now I seek to be released yet again with the same wondrous beauty and innocence that allowed me to enter in the only temple I've ever known, and be humbled yet again. © 2011 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)