Speaking the Unspoken Language

Alive with color,

Rich in patterns,

Radiating my history.

Tribal weavings

Speak the unspoken language of the soul.

I know that language!

So many days the rugs have been calling me and teaching me, how to see beyond the words.

Worlds above the grid of humanity, beneath the layers of the earth, out in the depths of the sea.

Luring me into their story, I am a eager listener.

The ancient ways are the same across the globe.

Symbols are universal.

At one time we all knew these forms, which have been woven generations after generations.

Star seekers,dolphin divers, herders and huntsmen. Ancient cultures still know.

We can speak. To each. Other across time, across the world. If only more could remember how to speak. The language which is unspoken.