I love to follow threads through their windings and un-, through labyrinthine passages of old Minoan stone or into messages like Charlotte wove.
I love the image of the button dependent on thread in this bit of a Jane Hirshfield poem:
Amoralist, sensualist, dependent of cotton thread,The thread is the calm being, the sensible, practical being. It gets us wayward ones through our sensual journeys; mends us; holds us without fuss to our still, cool, cotton center.
its sleep is curled like a cat to a patch of sun,
calico and round.
Its understanding is the understanding
of honey and jasmine, of letting what happens come.
image: Yehuda Edri (with Ruswanti Sri)