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