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We are the Weavers of Our Own Webs Poem

Wednesday, 24 November 2010 02:27

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♥ ☆ ♥ )O( ♥ ☆ ♥
We are the weavers of our own webs, we weave among the stars within the night
We are at the centre of our own beings and the purest essence of our own light
We are the stillness of the night and the gentle ripples within our sacred  ponds
Within us resides the sacred chalice and we have the magick we wield with our wands

We are the fools and we are the wise ones who learn as we walk our own webs of our lives
As our life-wheel continues to turn we still weave as we walk our steps and learn to thrive
Every thought and deed by us will cause a ripple on others as they weave their own life-webs
We all one and interconnected to the sacred lady by the silver webs of her sacred threads

Within us all we are the thunder, the rain and the rivers and deepest of the ocean roars
We are the woodlands, glades and the meadows, the sweet dewy grass on the forest floors
We are the passion that ignites all our fires, ignites our energies that are all around
We are the lightest of breezes and the strongest gales that sweep through the air unabound

The sands of time echo on endlessly like a whisper through the deepest of caverns and the caves
In the depths of deep blue fathoms of  oceans we're in touch with our emotions but not its slave
We are the ever-loving gift from our sacred mother who creates the flowers from the seeds Every part of our lives, of our essence and feelings creates our lives and our present realities


♥ ☆ ♥ )O( ♥ ☆ ♥

© Moonwillow 2010

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