There is a thread, alive not dead,
it weaves in and out and thru us
it's consciousness from the grand source
and seeing our binding frees us!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So the next time my crew mutinies, ties me up and throws me in the hold, I am going to recite this excellent poem. If my bindings don't fall off, well that's alright, I can always bribe them with gold. Loved the write Alice Perfect,