The Spirit of the Red Thread 

Poem and Reading by Shiloh Sophia

The Spirit of the Red Thread

I am the red thread

always stretching towards you

I have been traveling

towards you

all your life

I connect you to the callings

on your path

When I saw you draw near

I just could not resist

To me, you are irresistible!

I unraveled myself

from the mighty wound coil

of spinning yarn

the Fates were holding

I flung myself towards you

without reserve

I almost lost my dignity

in my enthusiasm

to have you carry me

in your medicine basket

I could not wait

for you to notice me

Then my magic could begin

I am called to you

as you are called to me

While it is true in most cases

it is the Fates that choose

where and when the red thread

ends and begins,

YOU, My Dear, are not most cases

All around you I could see

the intricacy of connectivity

The potentiality that you might

share me with many

At my heart

I am the symbol

of community and connectivity

Do you see?

I am the Spirit of the Red Thread moving

When I am with you I am soothing

Together with your sisters we are grooving

I am the Spirit of the Red Thread moving

So there I was

in my crimson glory

reaching towards your hand

to hold me there

in the warmth

of your palms

and breathe your life

into me

as shared destiny

I will never regret

my advance towards you

nor do I wonder at another

keeper of the way of the red thread

For you regard me

with such respect!

When you finally noticed me

our connection was real kinship

and such good company!

As soon as you saw me you knew

we belonged together!

A talisman in the hands

of a medicine keeper

Love at first sight!

Proudly I rest upon your altar

yet I am never still

My resonance rings out

I am sending waves to the other

Red threads that are meant to be

Between you

Between me

Between you and me

Joyfully I am worn

on your wrist and neck

A reminder

a sign for others to see

I am stitched

into the hem of your garment

with secrets of responsibility

Your mother gave you to me

I am the color

of your stardust blood

proving your ancient lineage

The ancient Mothers

know me as the good red road,

the umbilical cord!

The ancient Fathers know me

as the blessing of destiny

The ancient Animals

followed me all the way to today

You share me with everyone,

liberally passing me from hand to hand

and land to land in my multiplicity

You remind the greater circle

of our responsibility to me

To know me

To know connection

To know we are connected

To know we are related

Each human has their own

Unique Red

to follow

And there is always enough of me

to go around

Isn’t it wonderful

to be a keeper of

The Red Thread?

Are you a keeper of the Red Thread?

Just think how awareness of me

alters your connectivity!

Throughout your life

you have many coils woven

crimson to share

and I

The Spirit of the Red Thread

exist as whole cloth

within each one

When you touch me you feel it,

don’t you? Yes, you do!

I am most happy

cradled in your hands

I am the acknowledgment

that we are all related

To lose this knowledge

is madness instead of gladness

Choose gladness!

Claim your connection to me!

I am the Spirit of the Red Thread moving

When I am with you I am soothing

Together with your sisters we are grooving

I am the Spirit of the Red Thread moving

When you ride with me

a magic carpet of potential destiny

holds fast to the reality

That you have gifts

to share with humanity

We have need of your gifts!

We have need of your gifts!

Transform your wounds

Release your bonds

Transform your wounds

Release your bonds!

Gather me up into your arms

Weave a circle of life with me

Together we ride

We ride towards destiny!

I have been arriving here

all of my life

All your life!

My secrets are revealed

in your company

I am the umbilical cord

from womb to tomb

Do you hear?

I am the umbilical cord

from womb to tomb

At the end of your life

I will carry you

~ I will carry you to the next place

Behold, the beauty of connectivity!

I am the Spirit of the Red Thread moving

When I am with you I am soothing

Together with our sisters we are grooving

I am the Spirit of the Red Thread moving

~ Shiloh Sophia