They wait for you to weave them,
first inward,
then outward
on your spiraling strands.
first inward,
then outward
on your spiraling strands.
It never will be done;
the weaving goes on forever.
the weaving goes on forever.
Hard work,
even tedious;
But what you weave is a garden,
the garden of your soul,
in which you grow yourself,
and the places you’ll go
will glow
with all the colors of your dreams.
even tedious;
But what you weave is a garden,
the garden of your soul,
in which you grow yourself,
and the places you’ll go
will glow
with all the colors of your dreams.
So, let those threads command!
The Kosmos awaits your reply:
what are you waiting for?
Weave, weave; for God’s sake, weave!
The Kosmos awaits your reply:
what are you waiting for?
Weave, weave; for God’s sake, weave!
