spinning winding then weaving
spiraling into endless
connections which appear
to be hanging nowhere
suspended without edge
ending always at inception
never does the fiber fray
the beginning continues
follow where it leads
through the unknown
miles of endless webs
a glittering reflection
metamorphoses
illuminating the darkness
accumulations
of ancient intricacies
dispersed without direction
resonating chords
of the cosmos naked
glory of formless flow
undefined by outlines
unshadowed unbroken
blurring the boundaries
between us and we
For earthweal, where Sherry asks us to Contemplate the web of life and see where it takes you.
K. 
At first a see a living soup, but the longer I look, the more the shapes and patterns begin to emerge. I like the feel of the words, their processes that bring being into being…
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Thanks Jade. A living soup is a good description. Each element is necessary for the continuity of life.
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You’re welcome, Kerfe.
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First, your artistic rendering of the web of life is BEAUTIFUL. You are such a talented artist, and poet. I love “The beginning continues. Follow where it leads.” Your words interconnect so wonderfully, like the web of life itself.
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Thanks Sherry–and thanks for your thoughtful prompt.
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Hi Kerfe, this is a lovely poem. I enjoyed your metaphor comparing life with a textile creation process.
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Thanks Robbie. I think the way we construct things often reflects the processes of nature.
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I think we need more blurring of those boundaries in order to expand the web of life!
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Thanks 8ngrid. Yes, we have made the separations far too sharp.
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Your poem reads like an incantation. Blurring the boundaries between us and we find our place in the web of life sounds like a catch cry for the new Earth.
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Thanks Suzanne.. I hope people are beginning to see the connections.
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That’d be good. From where I sit it seems like not many are!
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Love the metaphor you have used and the lines…
“ending always at inception
never does the fiber fray
the beginning continues”
The art is amazing.
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Thanks Punam.
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You are welcome.
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It’s very compelling the way you manage to make your collages and your lines reciprocal, reflecting and enhancing each other. Life in its encompassing complexity is an intricate weave, perhaps one always beyond us, and the “.. naked/glory of formless flow..’ dazzles our primate brains, yet still we can try to see. Enjoyed this very much.
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Thank you. I’m always pleased when words and image work well together.
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That is glorious, poem and mandala! It’s a beautiful thing, but I love the way the elements refuse to be confined within the circle.
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Thanks Jane. Nature will not be confined.
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The battle to keep the balance.
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Fascinating here the insight of creation as eternal beginnings, a sum of possibilities staring again and again. Where the agricultural human sees creation as potential for maturity, so that the ripening is all. Something requiring weeding, pruning, fences, culture: finite margins for infinite variety.
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Thanks Brendan. We do seem to need the illusion of control.
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