A weaving fork from the juniper tree
I am reaching to find you Spider Woman.
I am a woman without a tribe.
Patternless with an empty loom, cheap and manufactured,
like the ones sold en route to the Grand Canyon.
A song from the weaver has failed to come
during the monsoon, there is only rain!
I struggle with my first stitch.
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Culture is learned with an open heart.
It is the quest of the keeper of the knowledge
to share with every open heart that there never be
a woman without a tribe.
Mahalo nui loa for reminding me.
Mapumai, seeker of the Hawaiian knowledge.
Mapumai Arconado
November 26, 2007 at 6:12 pm