Friday Calm: Thread

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,
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.

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.

image:  Yehuda Edri (with Ruswanti Sri)