It is a fate that weaves the life,

and a destiny that weaves the life into a Story

even greater;

and the world will always question the meaning of the latter.

Truth is: I arrived one day the Cruz; the story of those early years

I have told.

Here, where the cliffs fall to the sea, I came to remember;

here, where the tongue of wave speaks, a Voice had called me—

And I have listened.

Here, upon these cliffs, She revealed Herself to me,

and has asked me to dedicate myself to the most life-consuming

of tasks:

To reweave the World Fabric, beginning here, this place,

where She revealed Her Vision to me,

and as She revealed to me, to reveal Her in turn,

and to speak as the Voice of Her speaks,

to speak of the wild, extravagant splendor of all the moods

of Her—

Of the Ages, a new Mythos born here, revealed,

& spoken.

This, then, is that reweaving begun—of place first begun,

a Fabric of shining Threads whose origin of Sun,

for many years,

first blinded me—

February 2002