The Golden Thread

"Open the door", said the wise woman
"come in and sit down.
For it is she of great worth
who wears the King's crown".

I looked at the wizened face
For answers that long I had sought
deep pools of star-filled eyes returned my gaze,
And told of mysteries carefully taught

Her countenance was hypnotic
And fingers deftly moved to and fro
Her body moving in rhythm
As the web from the spinning did grow.

Darkness turned to light
And time thus stood still
And the web of eternity
The whole of my vision did fill

The chair upon which I sat
A throne of gold did become
And the sound of the cosmos filled my ears
With crystalline cadent hum
A crown of seven stars rested gently upon my head
And all Life moved through me
Entwined as though a single thread

I saw through the eyes of one
quickened with new life
and felt the weight of knowledge gained
through wisdom and sight
The aeons passed on and
radiance of Spirit justly reigned
And the seed of all creation within
the eye of the web eternally remained

A gentle voice, words spoken soft and
I was drawn back from this sacred space
The wheels of time once again in gear
Eyes opened and gaze cast upon a radiant face

For you see…
The wise woman and I were one
Dual nature hidden within
The door opened, the answer received
and across the threshold we stepped
transformed into the Golden King