we make a weaving frame
we stretch the warp threads
taut and strong
we work the
cross threads through
we intertwine
we work in
from the left
we work in
from the right
we draw
the cross threads
over the warp
and then
under the warp
to and fro
and to and fro
we synchronize rhythmically
we connect
where our eyes are cast
on the criss cross
repetitive motion
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the weaving becomes
dense and strong
the weaving yarns
tangle evenly
through one another
the weft threads
hold an intricate
weave pattern
enrich the surface
with a sturdy texture
a stirring
inside the weave
holds a promise
a pulsing
in the fabric
brings forth a source
a heartbeat
at the center
incubates a faith
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yearning creates an entity
the cloth encloses a form
our labor consecrates a space
rising from within
the weaving frame
a figure enthroned
upon a dais
crimson robes caress
her nurturing breasts
drape
her yielding belly
flow between her fecund thighs
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the task is done
the cycle brought to fruit
we celebrate her being
we offer her our song
we remember her
in our labor
she feeds us
with her bounty
she nurtures us
with her spirit
she is nature
she is mother
she is earth
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