In the loom of cosmic tapestry,
Where stars are spun from stardust threads,
The Weaver sits—an ancient deity,
Her fingers deft, her gaze both kind and stern.

I. The Celestial Spindle

She spins the yarn of existence,
Each strand a life, a soul’s journey.
Some threads shimmer with celestial hues,
Others bear the weight of earthly shadows.

II. The Chosen Warp

Predestination—the warp of destiny,
Laid out before time’s loom began.
The Weaver, omniscient, whispers secrets,
Assigning roles to souls yet unformed.

III. The Tangled Skein

But oh, the paradox! The tangled skein,
Where free will dances with cosmic design.
For mortal hearts beat with rebellion,
Seeking to weave their own patterns.

IV. The Oracle’s Riddle

Why this preordained dance of souls?
The Oracle speaks in riddles:
“Choice and fate entwine like ivy,
For both are threads in the grand design.”

V. The Anvil of Experience

Life hammers us—an anvil of trials,
Shaping character, forging purpose.
Yet within this crucible, sparks of choice,
Ignite the forge of transformation.

VI. The Unseen Looms

Across realms, unseen looms hum,
Weaving tales of joy and sorrow.
Some threads unravel, lost to entropy,
While others form constellations of legacy.

VII. The Cosmic Tapestry

And so, we walk our threads—
The beggar, the king, the dreamer,
Each step a note in the symphony,
A melody sung by the stars.


May we embrace our woven paths,
Find solace in the Weaver’s art,
For predestination and free will,
Together compose our celestial song.