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06 April, 2005

The tapestry

Spools of silken memory
unravelling fast
tightening knots
sometimes so taut
spinning in the distant past
and not so distant thoughts…

A weave so fine
so hard to define
in mindless mourning
slipping through time
soaked in timeless beauty
of a cosmic design…

The weaver unwavering
with effortless grace
weaving swathes of lives
deeply dyed in
richly textured pain
of such delicate a stain…

Only could love
be his silvery thread…

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2 Comments:

Blogger livinghigh said...

:-) very beautiful picture. cud imagine the weaver sitting with his yarn.. or was it god... "only cuould love be his silvery thread"...

07 April, 2005 09:57  
Blogger Geetanjali said...

Reminded me of that advice doled out ever so often when you're down in the dumps - of how you're looking at the wrong side of the tapestry of life. What looks like an ungly mess of threads criss-crossing, pieces left undone and a tangled mass of knots is actually a part of a beautiful design on the other side...

08 April, 2005 11:44  

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