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Web of Life

Your Love is in my Heart,

My Body, My Soul.

My Spirit... My Mind (in its various states),

I desire to have remind me,

How Your Love will always, always

Be

Unending, Unyielding, Undying,

Forever, Immortal; and in it,

I am free...

In this Web of Life that I Must Weave,

Tangle, Untangle, Get Tangled in,

or whether the weather knocks over--

or a man walks by to shout at or admire me--

I am free...

A child or two, or three, half a dozen,

gone with the wind when they leave

I die, or I fly away, rather,

I dance--

Like fingers plucking a guitar string

you let me play this instrument of Life

and in it, though I don't always realize,

I am free.

Personal Note: This is a video of an Orb Weaver taken at night on Lady Bird Lake.

Video editing: EFEKT