Empathic contact with the living planet….beholding, pure and simple.~John Lamb Lash
As day begins, I weave intentional
loving strands. No qualms, unconventional,
a vibrant reminder to bronchioles:
breathing, we do our part. Unlock keyholes
to now where pure creation moves us through
the loom, each interlacing skein imbued.
Unique patterns emerge smooth and knotty.
I show up powerful. Call me haughty,
naughty, even dotty. My heart is clear.
My contribution in love’s hues mirrors
the energetic dance. Once realized,
the beauty of each thread intensifies.