With every thread we choose to weave,
In whatever color we decide,
It’s a start, we can’t just leave.
The mistakes we tend to grieve
Are consequences to which we must abide.
The complex design on one sleeve
Can’t be the only work that resides.
The wholeness of the garment must be believed
For complete balance to be achieved.
Never would art speak clearly with one side.
Partiality would cause one to bereave,
Incompleteness would cause the spirit to chide.
Finish what you start to be relieved.
Once the efforts have been heaved,
With peaceful love you will confide.
Choose new threads and continue to weave,
For dreams and reality will coincide.
All will be well when you believe
And all efforts are what you achieve.
You will be one with what you decide.