Soul Fibers

A tapestry of time
too young to be refined,
In all it's many glories
the way of the big wide world.
The longing in our minds,
the rhythm in our hearts
the mending in our souls,
These are the details in the fabric.
Somewhere, somewhere,
we know for certain,
we know, we know, we Know.
If at any time,
you wonder what the answer,
let up the freedom of "yes"
let up the freedom of "no"
let up the freedom
of all that is gray.
Let Up the Freedom
of All that Is.
This is the thread that weaves your magic.



In Joy,

Stephanie