I saw you running
From invisible ghosts
I was so young I could not know
The tortured by ways of your soul
You were just this being
And my ground
But that ground was not solid
Only a vast swirling sea of unfulfilled longing and angst
That swept me this way and that
Often casting me far adrift
High and dry on foreign soil
My longing for the you that got lost
The you that you passed onto me
Was so very deep and strong
I carried your child mother
The invisible magnet
Impossible to ignore
Cast its pull over my soul
Threaded its way
Into all my dreams
And returned me to
Absolute aloneness and despair
And hidden deep inside
A mystery I had to unravel
A Gordian knot of epic proportions
Now I sit in a room
A pile of unravelled thread
At my feet
And I have become the weaver
As we have all unravelled
Deeper mysteries and vast emptinesses
Have been revealed
So pregnant poignant and full of meaning
And so I see that this is not the end
And that yes
All that being swept this way and that
Had a purpose
And so I write and rest and dream
And dive deep
Into our ancestral mystery
With my waking heart become a loom
On which I weave
The ancestral story forward