That which is lost cannot be taken,
That which is whole cannot be unmakein,
Those who are strong will be shaken,
What was once held will always need holding,
What is occurring will continue unfolding.
Lay your broken switches aside
bused back and tattered hide
know forgiveness of illusion’s lie
What was once held will always need holding
What is occurring will continue unfolding
The wisp of our songs call mute in the dark
Heard not by ears but by the faith in our heart
What patterns we find will always need holding
the world we create will continue unfolding.
Seek not in desperate hours,
For relief from the pull of great powers,
Find strength in your roots and bowers,
Break the pain and end withholding
Decide which course is unfolding.
Know that Knowing is our fate
Walk with me through the shimmering gate
Though faces contort and they hate
Watch my little lost one, how they reach
And never sit on a sturdy niche.
Yes they spin in our heads and sap our eyes and they prick our nose and tell us lies. What foul trickery, waste and deceit, the scope of it all begs to retreat, the soring chorus from the lords that abhor us. And yet we hold the staff, we hold the septer.
No madness can pull you from what we fear to see
where we fear to tread
or the blood we will bleed
Our eyes have many lenses
Our minds many mirrors
our thoughts many speakers
That which is held will always need holding
This will never stop unfolding.