Weaving worlds
Weaving
Someone must have weaved this world
Someone must have weaved this world, Intricate beautiful words For us to have a nest for our souls, Animals, plants, fungi and minerals.
Someone must have knitted those vibrations And made them crystallize in a slow And sensitive matter to ground our spirits, For us to have a fitting school for our souls.
Someone must have weaved time for us to replay The game of rediscovering what we know yet, Playing hide and seek in ignorance and oblivion, Erasing each time what was written on our black slate.
Someone must have knitted slower and slower limits in worlds inside worlds, for us to reconquer love Through labyrinthic meetings and encounters Of other Is and Us like eggs hatching before our eyes.






