The special weave

The special weave

is that it weaves of itself

a fabric so delicately made

of essentially everything

and yet so fragile

in that all elements contribute

and it wears of itself

as a oneness.

It is not an apparel

for it covers nothing.

It cannot be layered

nor ever so folded.

There are no buyers

or sellers or market.

It is of all fashions

without provoking interest

or purchase intent.

It is an ever constant.

It is being woven

while also unraveling.

Life and death are

an apparent weave pattern.

Breathing is part of the lace

of the active wear.

The sky presents a subtlety

of the massive intertwine.

The universe is garment size

as much as socks are also.

Fathom, comprehend,

appreciate and grateful

are four of the techniques

that the weaving takes on.

No one of us

is clothed within it either.

For we are all like that

of the silk worm

as much as its secretions

make obvious.

We are

of entwine and interlace,

interlock and knit.

We are part of

that weave

that weaves of itself.