Tuesday, November 8, 2011

the web

Diaphonous drift of silvered thread,
weaves lightly through the night,
to hold in place this world and yet,
to capture and inspire.
She brings the gift of ancient light,
the flame of endless time,
and holds us in her dreaming web,
that we might know her mind.
This place of birth and death will hold,
with deliquescent touch,
and tangle tight the struggling Self;
release surrendered Soul. 

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