XXXIX

Three cords from my body
The first is love
The second, truth
The third is light

Like a child, I sit cross-legged as I braid
Working the fibers between my fingers
They polish my hands and smooth my skin

I am weaving a path for that which moves me forward
Too often disguised as steps

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