I wondered about the conections of lore,
I wondered and I pondered.
Deep thought engulfed me, drew me down to the well of Urd,
In it i saw the faces of three
Three maidens
Three crones
Three mothers caring for the roots of life
Three knowing all the threads of the web,
Twisting them and turning, cuting and tying,
Chanting
“We are the flow
We are the web
We are the weavers
We are the web”
And as they chanted, they turned and tvirled
The moon glowing above
The goddess laughing at my feble attempts
Smiling caringly
Saying
Don´t worry your pretty little head about it
Just blend into it
No need to theorize about the rivers flowing
They all blend with you in the sea
Just swim
In the well