These incredible Threads
In the Garment you Weave
Have been tangled in my Heart
Since the Begining of Time
Their color is Deep and Rich and Sincere;
Their intention is Good, Their disposition,
Fair and Gentle.
Their sound is Beauty, Glory, Silence, Softness,
Surging, Sweetness, Singing, Birds and Towers,
Bells and Flutes, Throngs and Eons of
One-Celled Happy Plankton…
Resting in contentment
in the Heaving, Massaging, Caressing
Ocean of forgiveness
that surrounds my Soul
Every Living Moment.
The Incredible Threads
of the Garment you Weave
have been my Pathway,
my Sustenance, my Courage,
my resurrection, my surrender,
my Morning Dawn, my evening crown,
my Festival of Stars, my Symphony of
Eager Voices, my Opening, my Possibility,
my once-in-a-Lifetime-Dream-of-Living-Larger
than the Tiny Fleck of Silver Paint I am Inside…in the Tiny Hotel of Me
in the Humble Room that I Rent
in the borrowed Costume I wear
This Garment has Threads of Gold
that raise the Envy of Kings
and the Eyebrows of Beggars.
Its Fabric
is the Sweetness
of You.
