Find the center, there's a thread that holds it all together, woven from one thread... two threads, find center... Hands dart about, seeking, seeking, this thread eludes, yet I know its there... I feel the texture the interweaving makes, nubbly and nice. garment of the whole, I dwell in the whole, me here in my mind. This garment, does it wrap around all, each, the surrounding elasticity? I think it does, arms of Nuit reaching far. She wraps around us, holds us all and who can know of what yarn she is made? Starlight peaks through the interweavings. I am one such star... and there are so many centers... JAL, 10-7-06

Where the light shines through...