WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

THE WEAVE OF OUR BECOMING
Only the fine, raw wool of your touch,
No polished silk, no velvet artifice.
A crowned queen, reborn in this truth,
No glitz required, just genuine bliss.
The dazzling jewels of the world are forgotten,
Forlorn before the star-dust in your eyes.
The tired script of what I was is torn.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI