Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Palace of Spiders
Woven Silk a palace greater than any man could know, beyond the great Kubli's gardens,
nature's child a blueprint written in the very fabric of her being,
eight legs spinning faster the silver threads,
master weaver never taught, yet knowing the way, the pattern of her cloth.
Be amazed my children, and never lose the wonder of the gifts the mother of all things give each unto their nature.
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Monday, April 26, 2004
Upon a bridge I Stand
Between one world and the next, between a life lived and a life not yet known.
Yet can I turn from this path? I think not, for the river of time flows deep beneath me,
and I must continue as the spirits guide. What will be is yet to be seen,
but it is not my hand that chooses the journey,
rather it is the ancestors that show my way.
Another river crossed, another ending, another beginning, the road truly does go ever on.
