A tiny daring spider built a gorgeous circular web on my window pane. It's in my view again and again. I reserved that spot as my look-out-to-think pane. But now the spider has taken it, dare I complain.
Rain, wind and sun have blessed the spider’s dwelling, as I watch him hide in the web’s corner wrapped in silk and pouncing on his prey. He clearly is not scared of me and uses the glass as god’s grace.
I ask him everyday- But why that pane? Do you have calendars or time constraints? Are you in bliss, sadness, or pain?
He finally came, in my dream last night, Dressed in a beautiful white silky robe, very bright, and said in a husky voice-
Just like you, I am the creator’s creation, Here to fully blossom in this incarnation , But you and I very different, All life is relative, it's an illusion.
maybe if to you, i didn't lie, you're still alive. maybe if i didn't talk back to you, you're still here, real & true. maybe if I wasn't naughty, I wouldn't be visiting you in a cemetery. maybe if I just listen to everything you've said, you wouldn't be dead. maybe if I made you more proud, you'd sleep beside me safe & sound. maybe if I didn't stress you so much, I wouldn't write this such. maybe if I was a good daughter, your life lasted longer. maybe if I didn't do all of those, you're still here with me real close.
it's been 9 years, and I still can't stop my falling tears...
for my mum, i love you always, see you real soon. -e.
It's old and it's new Going round or changing the numbers that accrue Chiming and clicking for every moment I ever knew A stranger that marks each second and moon of blue Never dying on its march of eternity without a clue That it was never real but only perception's fool.
I am sorry for the words I say When feeling down and blue I only shout that I hate your guts When I see you hate mine too I am sorry for taking for granted The little things done each day Making food to cheer me up Asking twice if I am okay I am sorry for hurting your feelings With selfish careless actions I do not realize how harmful I can be Until I witness your pained reactions I am sorry for making you worry Not listening to your advice Blaming your flawed genetics For the reason I'm colder than ice You deserve a much better daughter Who takes time to care Someone not only always honest But who also wants you to share
Hopefully We live to see The day I once again make you proud I strive to grow And be what you always hoped Somehow
Until That day arrives I will Keep giving you what I can You will be there every Step of the way accepting me For the miserable mess I am