That which is lost cannot be taken, That which is whole cannot be unmakein, Those who are strong will be shaken,

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.