My spiral path is all I know
and, called to it, I can but go
when it weaves patterns in my mind
through songs so deep I cannot find
the source, so, trusting I follow
my spiral path

And in my dreams it deigns to show
Bright flashes of weyrd threads that glow
While they form, create and bind
my spiral path

I feel my essence swirl and flow:
in deep waters, in winds that blow
In earth that moves and flames that blind.
From these are born the path that winds
and from their threads will ever grow
my spiral path