( Pichaus ) The one exactness is unknowable to me, as unknowable as anything that’s ever-changing, in flux with spirit and substance, laughter and flesh, body and birth, planet and star, tree and canyon, plant and soil, ocean and sea all rising and setting together. “One must know God” , an oft run statement always sounded more like a question to me. I cannot not “know” the one Truth, God, if you prefer, I believe that I can only believe in the one truth, but, in the flesh, I cannot know. If I believe beyond a shadow of any doubt I will have what I imagine to be true, I will have it overflowing… (Sounds more like a warning shot across the brow?) Good one, whoever you are, and yes… directly within plain sight. (Why conjure anything, why not just be?) I am being. I’m loving and thinking, and my thoughts seem to be crafting a magnificent belief which knows no boundaries or end… I’ve longed for eternity so much longer than I have imagined finding Love. I’m having diffic
(The Weaver's Song)