Love threads the needle
through the fabric of the web of life.
It weaves a pattern of bringing
the two of us together and then apart.
A pattern difficult to comprehend
by the sharpest and sanest of minds.
Simple and sophisticated it may be,
to the decoders of the language of love
who see.
As we go far we curse destiny,
forgetting we chose our paths
before we were born;
The pre-birth crafted plan,
timelines shifting and splitting,
re-knitting the material of reality.
May the needle of love
weave us together,
your hand in mine.
Merging together, a goldmine
Magnetic pulls of the matrix grid, crystaline,
We feel blessed by the divine.
~By Cherry {Shewrites170} & Amber {DiosRaw}
~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email on this blog’s connect page.~