I am the cotton needle
that you thread your cotton through
unseen you guide me
stitching me into the fabric of your love
At first I seem to hurt you with every dip and pull into your frame
Each loop making it harder for me to pull away
But over time I shine
Losing my roughness
Together we make a tapestry of life
never to be unpicked
When the end came
You did not snap the cotton of you love
the thread continued on down the line
No longer in the frame my part complete
I watch you now place the quilt around my forebears
Rapping them within the fabric of your love
each loop stitch the lesson of your wisdom
In many styles
yet a continues line
from the beginning to
the end
For Rumi's 800th birthday bash
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