The Weaver

I am careful, so careful,
deliberate in every moment.

I am instinct dancing,
seemingly in the air,
hanging by a thread.

My actions are encoded
in the finest hidden particles
of my form, conducting
my every delicate movement.

My limbs shine in the sun
as I dance my creation into being
to nourish me, and to speak
a language to you.

I show you how
to weave your creation.
I show you how
to dance with mastery.

I show you art and skill
revealed in different lighting
to expose the miracle.

Will you be afraid
and recoil from the shadows cast
upon me by your own mind?

Or will you see me
in the light here
and receive my lesson?

Create your life, Dear One.
Be careful, so careful
and deliberate in every moment.

And though you are hanging
by a thread, dance,
seemingly in the air,
knowing you are held
just enough to keep you here,

just enough to give you
freedom to move
as the being you are.

Listen to your nature
and obey the emergence
of your design:

all the beauty that knows
nothing but the impetus
to come through you
into the world.

Weave your web.

And when the work is complete,
those delicate whispers
in the threads that you connected,
the immaculate complexity
of what you made

will be strong enough
to withstand many winds
and sing in the sunlight,
glisten in moonbeams,
and feed you.

Copyright © 2019, Sheiora Danu

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Photo/art by Yulia Kazansky.

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