We’re moving through the tangled maze
Connecting and reflecting
We’re weaving on our loom of days
Creating and remaking
The map is never true nor clear
The path is never straight
And yet a pattern will appear
For we who watch and wait
We’re surfing on the waves of change
Trusting and adjusting
We’re dancing through the halls of strange
Twirling and unfurling
The music beat can always shift
The tides will ebb and flow
And yet a movement will emerge
To take us where we need to go
— Wayne Visser