Adding the beauty of every illusion to br my own vision of a beautiful universe, br the sweet sound of Germanic song, the br stark beauty of Rumi, the Sufi poet, the br lovely rhythm of a song in Creole br br It does not matter that these examples br have no substance, colour and form; the br shimmering colours appears in the dark br chocolate of the organ notes, the silver br bells of flutes and piccolos br br The form is round and strong, there are no br straight lines in words and song, everything br consists of swirling mist, last night I saw the br weaving of Many Worlds, every decision splits br the weaver’s thread into many bits br br Weaving side by side, forming patterns like br cables, curling spirals spinning around each br other for evermore…br br Margaret Alice Secondbr br