3 March 2014

Dream-weavers A tribute to henna artists


Have I ever seen a dream emerge
Out of the air while I was awake?

On the palms of people
lines, curls, whorls nestling into each other
Opening unhurriedly

The dream-weaver casts her spell
pulling it out of her own being
the mind the body the spirit in fusion

Quiet as a spider
wise and inward-bound
one weaves with its body-silk
the other dips her finger in her soul
for silk, equally guazy-ephemeral-strong

Allowing her dreams to unfurl
onto another's palm
spelling out love, harmony, fulfillment, abundance.
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