By Barry Long

The spider of emotion diligently spins her web
Urgently repairing every tear
That might reveal the truth
Since her life depends upon the web.
The web the mind
The spider the tireless emotion
Keeping mind intact
Against the piercing rips and tears
Of love and truth occasionally perceived
Revealing no thing (not even Spider)
Behind the web.

 
Web and spider
(horror of the pleasant walk through nature’s garden)
Rise into existence
From that potent place of mind and self
Within us pleasant people.

 
Destroy not nature’s spider or her web
They are but symbols
Of one mighty righteous whole
The garden of the earth.
Destroy instead
The spinner of all wickedness within
The spider of my self
That spins the web of anguish
And does not see the whole
The venomous humanised spider
Spinning inner dreams and dialogues
Of how the garden should be
Yet not daring to contemplate the hole
The exit from the web
Rent by love and truth
Lived.

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