{For Everyone,
You are worth listening to,
and you
are worth listening to
everyone else.
- C}
- Part 2 -
Spinning Into Mine
Round and
round and
round we go,
Cycle of non-existent-non-violence we sow
in hopes
that the globe
keeps
spinning,
and that we can
cycle round,
and meet new
eyes
of the divine
wherever we go.
Listen as we spin...
Spinning,
spinning,
spinning,
round the
globe, the stories
spin
like the yarn she
spins
like the tale she
grins,
as she speaks it with her smile, which
spirals through
cycles of non-existent-non-violence -
circles of walls and
rounds of shots and
spheres of influence who
spin tall tales that say her
story and her grin
don’t count.
Spinning,
spinning,
spinning,
round the
ball of yarn, the stories
spin
like the tales she
spins
like the memories she
grins,
as she speaks them with her smile, which
spirals through
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| Bedouin Woman on a Reserve in the Negev Desert, Israel. Weaving to hold onto traditions being lost along with their rights. |
cycles of non-existent-non-violence
round the generations
wrapped around
swirls of stories of loss from the
spheres of influence who
spin tall tales that say their
stories and their weaving
do
not
exist.
Spinning,
spinning,
spinning
her story into mine.
What I did not know;
spin,
weave,
grin.
Round and
round and
round we go,
another piece of God,
I now know.
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