This Self,
I thought was
Was not
Threads of others
Woven into me
Stitched so delicately
Now
Weaver’s Son
I learn
Their time has come
To be un-woven
Undone
Instead
I choose
To thread strings of grace
Of ease
Acceptance
And Daring
To Embrace
To hold others
As my lovers
To share time
In dance
And rhyme
To spread joy
Peace
Happiness
Love
Oh,
Radiant Spirit Force
Sent here from above
Time to share your gifts
They’re ripe
The fruit falls heavy
Share,
And be wealthy