You are here

You are here.

In a place deeper than remembering,

you are born again.

In these brief seconds of eternity,

the lessons of your past and the hopes of your future

spread out in an infinite spiral.

Warp threads treadle up and down,

recurring themes in your tapestry.

Lessons learned, covered, and recovered,

until wisdom becomes identity.

Weft yarns shuttle back and forth,

frantic snapshots of your triumphs and defeats,

in familiar colors and never-ending patterns.

A few yarns, with brilliant sparkle,

intertwine with yours, again and again.

The Loom calls you back,

and you fall past the stars of understanding,

landing, bruised, battered, and breathless

into a new becoming.

The Water of life surrounds your body,

the blood of the Earth beats in your veins,

and the Fire of thought sparks in mind.

You emerge, taking in Air,

exhaling the memory of the stars,

for the nth time and the first time.

You cry out and your soul awakens,

ready to try and feel and love and learn.

You are here.