Misty magic of the mountain dew Drops so fragile and resilient Drops hanging from the tips of leaves, drops rolling down the blades of grass Drops that linger upon the spider’s web like a jewel of many splendored diamonds Indestructible in its fragility Beautiful as only a Trap can be. Trap for the poor insect but palace for the majestic spider crafting a Cosmos of dexterity that decides the fates of many lowly creatures that are food and play for the majestic spider with his many legs and his spindle craft. The disdain that he spills for the two legged cripples as he dances upon his agile ten legs casting inviting nets of Hope and Death. Death of the living who pity the Dead Not knowing the ******* of life and freedom of Death.
The Only striving worth its name is to strive for death from which there is no resurrection. A Death so complete that it frees you of the need to exist. When you are free from the need to spin webs that are cast to trap. One who traps cannot leave the web either, trapped into his own trap.
Without setting a trap there is neither work, food nor play. So the trap has to be crafted with one’s heart strings of love, pain and ecstasy.
Décor not of diamonds but drops of ecstasy that only those steeped in love can smell. A trap that drips with juices of life that flood away the fears of death. Such an overflow of life that defies death and touches the Beyond Here and Now. Such a honey trap when you shake, drops of life will fall not unto Death but into the Beyond.
Veils of misty myopia Cocoon one with the warmth of blindness beautiful The beauty of a leaf, flower, light, shadow, breast, hair The myopic mist makes it all fair You may burn your way through these veils of mist Or O’Beloved trust me Behold my spirit in your Heart Hold my hand in love Become an ecstatic drip That will let you flow unto the Beyond.