#InvisibleThreads

[olliewrites-stuff]

A Love Older Than the Universe

I first loved you

When the universe was still dark.

Being swaddled infinitely

In the endless womb of existence

Became bearable once you appeared.

We travelled through galaxies

Encased securely in each other’s arms.

When the photons broke free,

Unleashing light and colour

Into the cosmos,

I sewed your favourite shades

Into the sunrise and sunset.

Long after I cease to exist,

These will start and end every day,

Wrapping your waking moments

In the memory of how much I love you.

In the time before oxygen,

I taught myself to inhale

Purely for you to take my breath away.

When our world began,

And oxygen became mundane,

I relearned breathlessness

So you could once more breathe me to life.

In the time before sound,

I serenaded you with a ballad

Played with the silent, sporadic twinkling

Of dying stars.

When life began on our planet,

I taught nature my song.

Long after I'm nothing but

A pleasant memory,

Birds will profess my undying devotion

In tens of thousands of different ways;

The wind will whisper remnants of

Our pillow talks sweetly into your ears;

The rustling of leaves will chuckle

With our inside jokes;

I've left an adoring orchestra

For you,

My dear,

So you are never truly alone.

Loving you is easy.

It has always been easy.

Forever is too short a time

For our souls to intertwine.

Fear did not exist until I first

Thought of losing you.

We come from a time of nothingness;

We come from a time before matter,

But I have spent a thousand lifetimes

Carving our love into

This little planet we call home.

I have carefully woven us into this universe

With invisible thread,

Leaving evidence that we were here;

That we learned;

That we grew;

That we loved.

© O.M.A

[everythingkashmir]

Selective Spectatorship

By Faisul Yaseen

Their selective blindness skills would make even the most skilled magician green. The yarn pullers are experts, carefully picking out any strands that don’t fit their preferred palette. Unskilled artisans work tirelessly, their brutal fingers pluck inconvenient truths that destroy their vision of utopia.

In this absurd theater, the stage of pretended wealth is set up. The orchestra pit is shrouded in strangled screams and strained dreams. Those who utter that cacophony wear blindfolds of the finest silk of their delusion. Their wand cuts the air with the precision of a surgical scalpel.

The audience is turned into an unwanted child. Invisible hands pull their strings, forcing them to dance according to their rules. Those who dare to sing their happy song are soon carried off the stage, their voices lost to the thunderous applause of the sanitised history books.

Visuals also play their part in this phenomenon. The mountains that once stood as silent witnesses now form a convenient canvas, offering works that would make even the most hardened critic mess around and the rivers that once flowed now train the inked preparations of antiquity.

Artists of this work say that true vision comes not from explicit seeing, but from selective seeing. A new garden grows – where the unhappy flowers are soon plucked, leaving only the enforced happiness into an artificial meadow.

In this brave new world, ignorance isn’t just bliss, it’s policy. And as the curtain falls over this tragic irony, one can’t help but wonder: where is the visible faith, and what happens when faith goes unnoticed?

It’s called the emerald bed. But where emerald once shone, a masterpiece is now flourishing. Here the artist is not a tortured soul with a brush, but a hero in steel, his eyes always fixed on the horizon.

It has an incredible fabric – snow-capped mountains that have witnessed countless events and now hold a veil of unflinching silence. The once smiling rolling hills now reverberate with a hollow silence. The heroes are rendered in hushed tones. The heat is indicated by subtle pain.

With wonderful brush strokes, the artist painted a landscape that resembled a cemetery, a peacefulness that was as restless as the smiles they wore.

Here, disagreement is a smokescreen that is easily extinguished, and desires are neatly chopped into strips – wavering and infused.

The work is a testament to skill. With a flick of a finger, the artist has erased an entire chapter from the book. They repeat nausea when the picnics fail, and dismiss voice cravings as irritating coughs.

They marvel in their rose-coloured glasses and miss the finer details. The artist himself is still blissfully blind to the masterpiece he has created.

But the fabric reveals divisions – in the ghostly eyes of the children, in the tired deception of the elderly, in the flying opposition just below. It is these brushstrokes that the artist desperately tries to erase, to silence with a whisper.

This is a strange case of selective emotion. But, like all fantastic fantasies, they crumble under the weight of truth. For in the heart of hearts is pictured a special work, and it is not the work of an unseen and irresistible spirit.

Finale

The stage in the main stage is set in a beautiful setting with snow-capped mountains and lush green meadows. Covered in false signals, actors play endlessly. The audience wide-eyed but cloudy in vision, applauding images that hide reality behind curtains.

The air outside the stage is thick with dreamy smoke and tear-soaked earth. The lives of ordinary people are written in whispers, their movements made of invisible threads.

Disguised as an invisible but omnipresent force, puppetry casts a long shadow over every aspect of life. The streets paint their canvas with images of fear and humility. The sky is their screen, where surveillance planes dance.

In this wonderful arrangement, the architects have perfected the art of sweeping. Cries of distress are silenced under officialdom. The tale of suffering is buried under the weight of a thousand petitions, each more tenuous than the last.

[dreamyjoker-blog]

I have always felt that there are invisible threads moving through this world, binding souls together long before their eyes recognize each other. It was never mere coincidence—it was as if an unseen force had led me to him. He wasn’t just a passing stranger; he was an enigma that slipped into my depths, weaving itself through me in a way so surreal, it felt as though he had always been there—hidden between my thoughts and whispers, waiting to be seen. Until he took form and became human.

I didn’t know his name or where he came from, yet I felt him before I ever laid eyes on him. As if my mind had been receiving a silent message—one it couldn’t decipher, one it didn’t know the source of. My dreams became a stage, gathering the visions of the nights he visited me. I saw the space that connected us, received those cryptic messages, and woke up only to realize that I was bound to this journey, with no way to escape. He was profound—like an echo of my past, a whisper from my deepest memories. It wasn’t a fleeting attraction; it was a spiritual connection, as if a missing puzzle piece had finally fallen into place, completing the picture.

[kavithask]

Poltrona Frau: Modern Furniture as a Living Philosophy

Discover how Poltrona Frau transcends traditional furniture design, infusing a living philosophy into each piece, from designer armchairs to unique objects. Explore the invisible thread that unites them.

[nikhilidurkar]

:: Invisible threads #239 #still #rkbeach #visakhapatnam #kursura #vizag #sea #lifelessons #invisiblethreads #oneplusindia (at INS Kursura) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb4x1z8Movy/?utm_medium=tumblr

[lisascreativequilting]

Can we just stop for a second and appreciate the size of these berries... my clients are crazy. #innova #invisiblethread #longarmquilting #freemotionquilting #rulerwork #quiltsofinstagram #appliquequilt #handapplique #lisaannarndt #creativequilting #lisascreativequilting (at LisasCreativeQuilting.com) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNbjXzHnvZW/?igshid=1f57j2o32qpvj

[eric-sadahire]

The only thing wrong with you is your thread tension need adjusting

[dealz-are-sweet]

So good I had to share! Check out all the items I'm loving on @Poshmarkapp #poshmark #fashion #style #shopmycloset #invisiblethreads #mossimosupplyco #george: https://bnc.lt/focc/RVpceSOuhL

[crochetnmore]

Crochet Tip:

Invisible thread resembles a thin fishing line.   It's very sturdy and perfect for sewing on buttons.

[thegeekerye]

I CANNOT wait for this quilt to be finished! I hope to *someday* hang it in my teaching space. #undergroundrailroad #quilt #invisiblethread #freemotionquilting #homesewingmachine #quilting #darningfoot #blm #teacherlife #urbaneducation https://www.instagram.com/p/CC7VQPmHCDJ/?igshid=zxgf4xz7bt3q

[southbostonbitch]

Usually this theory is compared to the western idea of soul mates but it's more about all of us being connected at our core. It's not just about romantic love it's anyone who touches your life in a positive way! 🖍🖌🖍🖌🖍🖌📈📈📈 . . . . . #redstringtheory #redstringoffate #soulmates #kismet #serendipitous #serendipity #youweremeantforme #easternculture #easternwisdom #philosophy #wokeaf #woke #gaia #weareone #itsallone #weareconnected #invisiblethreadtheory #invisiblethread #japaneseculture #koreanculture #ancientwisdom https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu7oDnall2K/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qj0h95axxt6k

[epictalentmgmt]

So very excited to see Epic's own @keenand.washington in the highly anticipated West Coast premiere of the groundbreaking documentary musical #WitnessUganda opening tonight at the @thewallisbh !! So proud of you Keenan - break a leg! (And get your tickets folks!) #EpicLife #epicclient #thewallisbh #newmusical #invisiblethread #openingnight #HamiltonMusical #AngelicaTour #triplethreat #youngblackandgifted (at Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtpC9_VgKAa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14svq7s9yn4uy

[gempayten]

Love is the drug that connects us together. #love #gempayten #grateful #empowering #magical #spiritualconnection #spiritual #invisiblethread #twohearts #twosouls #loveisthedrug https://www.instagram.com/p/BsfoxW8FbKn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14y4vt576qzxk

[wordswimmer]

Invisible threads connecting us all. #birds #flockofbirds #invisiblethreads #soulconnection #connections #flight https://www.instagram.com/p/Br0Eez4nr6O/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1eylkh0rxy7qi

[healandbehealthy]

About a year ago my son cut all my strings on my blinds 🙊 and I have just been ignoring 🙈 it because I knew it would be tedious to fix. Today was the day! Some people use duck tape to fix everything, I use invisible thread 😍 and now my blinds are as good as new😊. #invisiblethread #lifehacks #boyswillbeboys #kids #familyadventure

[corymogk]

A great story about how a #simpleActOfKindness can sew an #invisibleThread between #people and change their lives #motivation