I must admit that I have
Never really tried it for myself
But every time I see it done
I cannot look away
To let a mass of tufty fibers
Spin itself into a cord
Takes quiet in the hands, and mind,
And heart, and corners of the day
I've heard that linen can be
Really tough to spin
I hear that wool can work like magic
Just as long as those who grew it
Are still living when they're shorn
That from the time that they are born
It grows to knowingly protect them
And that knowing goes when and where they do
'Cause the world is opening and closing
She's a spider spinning webs
To catch the consciousness
To point back in her own direction
And all the ways that she is quietly becoming
That's the gift that keeps beginning
And it wants to keep on going
The ways of spinning and of weaving
Are passed down through our relating
And the care it takes t
O make the things that clothe us
Holds a magic that protects us
Like the wool grows on the sheep
There is a love within the fibers
And our presence in the spinning keeps it strong
Perhaps the same is true of speaking
How this carnival of sounds
This drunk debauchery language
Can unite us 'neath the bone
And the myriad of words
Whispered or shouted to the world
They're only ways we reassure ourselves
We'll never be alone
'Cause we are opening and closing
We a spiders spinning webs
To catch the consciousness
That's flying out in all directions
And all the ways that we are quietly becoming
That's the gift that keeps beginning
And it wants to keep on going
Hey-ay
And so I'm winding up a spool
Of all the best that I can do
And I am taking it into the woods
To leave beneath a tree
Until this living life is done
And all beginnings have begun
I get to offer things
For all the beauty
Life has spun for me
'Cause we are opening and closing
We a spiders spinning webs
To catch the consciousness
That's flying out in all directions
And all the ways that we are quietly becoming
That's the gift that keeps beginning
And it wants to keep on going
Hey