The invisible thread
- ybajwa
- May 15
- 1 min read
The thread of destiny
The invisible thread that connects me to myself
the invisible thread that always remains but sometimes hard to detect
the invisible thread, it's lose and tight
it's fine, strong, yet hard to define
so clear but unable to trace
you need the eyes shut
go into a different space
where it awaits
force won't work
the invisible thread
I need it to sing
I go looking and I can't find it
and when I can just be
it finds me
and brings with it ease
resonance in my sound
the invisible thread
from an event to another
an place to another
it takes me
and I keep on following
it asks me to sit, stand, dance or rest
the hard part is listening
it's a string in the centre of chest
the invisible thread
that's what I left for myself
before coming into this world
a myth told by people who know
a myth that is a story that carries reality in its threads
the invisible thread
it centres the clay in my hands
it centres me when I come to the centre myself
the invisible thread
it weaves my life
warp and weft
building a story
written in my hands
the invisible thread
it is the thread of my destiny
the invisible thread.
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