Strung pearls
Along canvased time
Glistening moonlight
Singing in rhyme
I laugh at our shadow
And embrace the light
Hang webs of wisdom
Around our starry night
Blessed are us
Who seek to love
For in that small act
We
are gifted all above
I string pearls for your pleasure
But not to wear
Only to shine
And glimmer there
Suspended on wingtips
On spun stories of bliss
On spiders webs
And fading kiss
We rise and sink
We dance and fall
we laugh and sing
Enjoying all
And now this Weaver must walk
Back to the trees
No more talk
Presence within
Presence without
Feeling all
Sensing our rise
And our fall
This my dear loves
Is what it’s all about
