Is it just me. Have I, the ego, come unfettered and clanked my way across my own senses? I’d hope so… ~ Today I smiled. I wasn’t supposed to know. I was to be. ~ I’m smiling now. ~ This journey of ours only seems like its forever, until the next, and the next and the next- oh swim me your sultry doctrine, lift your prayers downward, reacquaint them with truth. This trek across the familiar seems familiar, yet unknown. The instinct of where we are allows us to remain humble. We’ve wrecked our last lifetime. Us, we, you and I are guilty of attempted murder, bribery and thievery of The Grandmother, the Heart(H) of Love, Heaven and Home! You’re as guilty as charged. How will you plead? Might I say I loved most of the time? Might we say that we deserve another chance? You’ve had so many! You’ve had an eternity of chances. How many more might have to suffer because of your foul arrogance? Are you hearing these words, spirit? They are mine. Oh spirit! Send me ben
(The Weaver's Song)