This is an idea spoken of since man first began to think about the purpose of life. Or perhaps his purpose on this planet. It deals with the idea that everything is connected throughout the ethers. That nothing happens in and of itself but is the result of an action happening because of a previous action elsewhere. However long ago. Our purpose, however wrought with meaning as we think or not, is the result of perhaps a stone let loose on some distant hill, rolling and crashing onto a field. The storm in the night is the result perhaps of an argument lamenting the arduous activity of sea lions in some obscure waters. The idea remains cleverly innate in heads looking for reasons to believe that of itself nothing exists. We are connected, one to another and one event tied tightly to all of life. It is with this idea in mind that this poem came to be.
Because I know. . . .
I see worlds in motion,
taking a portion
of each one’s talent
for their own survival.
This is what I do with my hands,
this motion of knitting yarns
to form a piece of world
to fit the mind of an elusive soul.
See here, I, content in what I do,
I free a soul to do
the Great God’s bidding
in keeping a world in motion.
See again. . . I give of my Self in this time,
to free an Other
to build what may be
the perfect Universe or many.
So content, this that is mine to see,
a great plan, a strategy, yet unheard .
It may not be for centuries that
my knitting fingers will alert the senses
of a soul to keep in motion,
a Life, a Being, an Idea.
Sit here with me . . . and
show my hands what to do
and they will do . . . . .
The task, so simple will gather
other talents and make for itself
the grand design, futures down the line.
A bidding, the nature
of what has never been seen before.
I know it and because I know,
you will know it also.