Women weaving; weaving threads
speaking out, weaving in
threads of affirmation, promise and new ways
Women gathering; weaving threads
feeding the hearth fire, inner spirit
air, fire, water, earth be here
Women praying; weaving threads
asking for guidance to weave life's threads
threads of integrity, health and compassion
Women sharing; weaving threads
working through difficult unraveling threads
come center of the spiral, calm in the storm
Women weaving; weaving threads
touching, changing, revealing
threads of sisterhood, beauty and truth
Radha
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
This Silence
I want to capture this silence and take it home
where human intrusions press against my edges
Here in the ranchland loudness is only the scolding of squirrels
and the sudden clanging of the sandhill crane
Silence surrounds
It seeps under the skin and creeps into the heart
Thoughts can drain away, or know their own insignificance
The mind strains for the voices within the silence
for silence has its own quiet orchestra;
the creak and groan of trees moving
the undercurrent of grouse drumming
The soul reaches out to the vastness
and is content to listen
for the birth of wind slowly gathering in the trees
to sweep over fields and be gone
Radha
where human intrusions press against my edges
Here in the ranchland loudness is only the scolding of squirrels
and the sudden clanging of the sandhill crane
Silence surrounds
It seeps under the skin and creeps into the heart
Thoughts can drain away, or know their own insignificance
The mind strains for the voices within the silence
for silence has its own quiet orchestra;
the creak and groan of trees moving
the undercurrent of grouse drumming
The soul reaches out to the vastness
and is content to listen
for the birth of wind slowly gathering in the trees
to sweep over fields and be gone
Radha
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