cobalt blue, lime green and lemon yellow warp stretches on a loom
the shuttle dances back and forth weaving my crimson weft into the pattern of the universe
my pilgrimage zigzags beneath the comb as time winds the warp which begins and ends beyond my scarlet thread
The comb here is the heddle is a looped wire or cord with an eye in the centre through which a warp yarn is passed in a loom before going through the reed to control its movement and divide the threads.
I leave you to decide where the warp begins and ends. For me is in in the infinity of the Trinity.