Within the loom where weaving fate inclined,
A tapestry, unseen by mortal eyes,
Strings tangled, yet design in chaos finds,
The silent weaver, knowledge in disguise.
In shadow's grasp, intentions many fold,
An echo of the past and future's claim,
Threads of silver point towards a narrative untold,
To decipher destiny's complex game.
The will of man, a fleeting thread in hand,
Moves universal looms in patterns defined;
Soft luminescence of a mindful brand,
Guides the unseen worker, profoundly kind.
With every passage through time's open door,
A revelation waits on fate's soft shore.
Delve deeper into the fabric's embrace at: Oracle's Vision
Explore the subtle intricacies of weaving within: The Fabric of Thought
Understand the rhetorical might at hand: Silence of the Weaver