"It is the belief in a power larger than myself and other than myself which allows me to venture into the unknown and even the unknowable." __Maya Angelou O dearest poet, May you light up the sky in memory of your songbird words, odes for our glee as wings composing a symphony for living. A bird's flown its cage into the breathing air, a tribute left to the light dawning there, a soul caressing hearts without fetters, your grand radiance now set free. You leave us notes in the mind's echo of a gorgeous throat heard in the mist, a loving truth on unfettered wings of air. Fly higher now dear Maya with your graceful tune pursed upon your words let loose their margins and refrains, whistling freedom on creation’s train. Thank you for your delightful songs and loving kindness whispered in the winds, your thoughts now carried by them bringing us to recognize our own. Goodbye and then hello again and again to your echo unfolding into freedom an
(The Weaver's Song)