a fine naked fellow
01-09-2007, 11:56 AM
Message from a spider.
A spiders guide to life!
http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/6991/spider001bi1.jpg (http://imageshack.us)
Creep with me.
My merry merry friends,
Welcome to this place and time. Enjoy this moment, this timely event. What is it like to be so small?
Where are the secret hollows? I can track the queer ways of light itself on stone and leaf.
My home is where I find my warmth in the bosom of the earth. I travel to high places and lows places.
I like the darkness and gentle nourishment. I have made paths where others dare not go.
Our nation exists across the globe. we explore life together As ourselves, with ourselves and with you.
Often you Big people are blind to our beauty and our place in our world. But we are a necessary part to the Giant Kingdom.
We are small, we are swift and we are patient. Step lightly with us.
Watch, as we measure our limbs. imagine the depths of our fangs and the sound of our laughter.
We laugh at your escapades and we laugh with you. We ask of you, Peace. Please understand us
in this new age of thought. But we are peaceful and will have peace regardless. Track by track in dirt and leaf
we ascend new heights. Can you imagine the joy of moving so soft? And passing like a shadow, unnoticed?
I have followed the dreams of our ancestors and they live in us. Our camouflage is historic.
Even though we are fragile. And many have been crushed underfoot. We are strong beyond believing, as are you.
And in our loving secrecy we play your fears against you. Better you meet your fear in your dreams
and work though your monsters there. but in our cunning creaturehood we protect ourselves
by showing you our colors and highlighting the potential. We play your own fears against you.
And when you understand them you will no longer be blind to the beauty of our web.
Gentle human, do you think I draw you in thusly like an unsuspecting fly, to devour you?
The land of projected sequences is yours, not ours. you forget or do not remember
we weave our webs for all nature. we all draw from the same One. But the one is different for each of us.
There is a miracle and a universe in our webs - as spiders, individuals, and collective creatures.
We make something from nothing! Feel the finesse involved. Thread by thread we dream and are interwound.
Our web is a manifestation of our love- we model it after creation herself.
It is ever changing. It will make you body shake.
The universe blesses us in abundance because he appreciates our design.
And the mother creations speak to us, ‘when you create you are like me, alive at all ends and becoming’.
The fly is not a foreign entity, neither a victim. There are no victims. It is true that we hunt,
we trap and eat our food with pleasured knowing. We call our dainties to us. But they are not victims.
Gentle human, we understand death. We wear her weave and have been intimate. our silence is satisfaction
and our desire to be. We know that Life gives unto Life, ongoing. We see with our many eyes.
The fly is drawn to us and though we end its life, there is no challenge. Its end is in swiftness and our method, impeccable.
We don’t wish to eat all flies! but to ensure growth and multiply.
We span generations and intents. We grow strange and wonderful even to ourselves.
But we always recognize our unity .
Some of us count breath-notes on the wind while we wait and journey through time.
And when something falls in our web, we thank the earth, and we thank the stars.
Others of us have grown tired of the wait. They leap form end to end. Their art is in stealth,
and movement through space. They are the JourneyOnes. We wait for them, and they journey for us.
Our dreams supportive. They walk desert roads.
Others hide in burrows, enamored of earth vibrations.
But all of us, no matter the kind, dance strange rhythmic dances.
Taught to us by the light itself though nurtured and practiced in shadows.
Can you see there is much in our history? Brilliance, in our subjective divinity.
There is a place in our soul where we converse as species.
All are heard here. the earth listens to the gnats voice and the buffalo’s in equality.
We greet you from there. And we greet your form here. We all have been burned before.
And we will all rise again as one, as before. We see you, and we see you again.
Be in peace until we come and visit you again.
- a Garden Spider
http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/5021/spider002cx1.jpg (http://imageshack.us)
A spiders guide to life!
http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/6991/spider001bi1.jpg (http://imageshack.us)
Creep with me.
My merry merry friends,
Welcome to this place and time. Enjoy this moment, this timely event. What is it like to be so small?
Where are the secret hollows? I can track the queer ways of light itself on stone and leaf.
My home is where I find my warmth in the bosom of the earth. I travel to high places and lows places.
I like the darkness and gentle nourishment. I have made paths where others dare not go.
Our nation exists across the globe. we explore life together As ourselves, with ourselves and with you.
Often you Big people are blind to our beauty and our place in our world. But we are a necessary part to the Giant Kingdom.
We are small, we are swift and we are patient. Step lightly with us.
Watch, as we measure our limbs. imagine the depths of our fangs and the sound of our laughter.
We laugh at your escapades and we laugh with you. We ask of you, Peace. Please understand us
in this new age of thought. But we are peaceful and will have peace regardless. Track by track in dirt and leaf
we ascend new heights. Can you imagine the joy of moving so soft? And passing like a shadow, unnoticed?
I have followed the dreams of our ancestors and they live in us. Our camouflage is historic.
Even though we are fragile. And many have been crushed underfoot. We are strong beyond believing, as are you.
And in our loving secrecy we play your fears against you. Better you meet your fear in your dreams
and work though your monsters there. but in our cunning creaturehood we protect ourselves
by showing you our colors and highlighting the potential. We play your own fears against you.
And when you understand them you will no longer be blind to the beauty of our web.
Gentle human, do you think I draw you in thusly like an unsuspecting fly, to devour you?
The land of projected sequences is yours, not ours. you forget or do not remember
we weave our webs for all nature. we all draw from the same One. But the one is different for each of us.
There is a miracle and a universe in our webs - as spiders, individuals, and collective creatures.
We make something from nothing! Feel the finesse involved. Thread by thread we dream and are interwound.
Our web is a manifestation of our love- we model it after creation herself.
It is ever changing. It will make you body shake.
The universe blesses us in abundance because he appreciates our design.
And the mother creations speak to us, ‘when you create you are like me, alive at all ends and becoming’.
The fly is not a foreign entity, neither a victim. There are no victims. It is true that we hunt,
we trap and eat our food with pleasured knowing. We call our dainties to us. But they are not victims.
Gentle human, we understand death. We wear her weave and have been intimate. our silence is satisfaction
and our desire to be. We know that Life gives unto Life, ongoing. We see with our many eyes.
The fly is drawn to us and though we end its life, there is no challenge. Its end is in swiftness and our method, impeccable.
We don’t wish to eat all flies! but to ensure growth and multiply.
We span generations and intents. We grow strange and wonderful even to ourselves.
But we always recognize our unity .
Some of us count breath-notes on the wind while we wait and journey through time.
And when something falls in our web, we thank the earth, and we thank the stars.
Others of us have grown tired of the wait. They leap form end to end. Their art is in stealth,
and movement through space. They are the JourneyOnes. We wait for them, and they journey for us.
Our dreams supportive. They walk desert roads.
Others hide in burrows, enamored of earth vibrations.
But all of us, no matter the kind, dance strange rhythmic dances.
Taught to us by the light itself though nurtured and practiced in shadows.
Can you see there is much in our history? Brilliance, in our subjective divinity.
There is a place in our soul where we converse as species.
All are heard here. the earth listens to the gnats voice and the buffalo’s in equality.
We greet you from there. And we greet your form here. We all have been burned before.
And we will all rise again as one, as before. We see you, and we see you again.
Be in peace until we come and visit you again.
- a Garden Spider
http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/5021/spider002cx1.jpg (http://imageshack.us)