Past lives

Golden threads that weave and dance
can leave you feeling quite askance
at the patterns they engender
and the toll that they can render.

For these threads are not confined,
to the life you think is prime
they weave back to the start of time
and link you back to the divine.

That golden link, that seamless thread
can form an aching that you dread.
Or a channel they can cast
that lets you see the truth at last.

That truth unravelled at your feet
can soothe the pain of all defeat.
Alone no more your network vast,
surrender gently to your past.

As it enfolds your earthly frame
you realise there’s nought to gain,
by trying to control the source,
you simply steer your life off course.

But sweet surrender to the flow,
can let that light within you grow.
As it expands and then extends
all obstacles you can transcend.