there in the clearing
of thought and mind,
all is still inside
the circle ringed
in transparent fields
of chi which breathes
from every leaf
and limb
of every phantom tree..
marking the centre
of this realm,
she rests,
anticipating in each slight
stirring
of deepest outward breath
the arrival of those
who might choose to speak..
descending a line
which might have been
hung plumb from the moon,
anansi greets in grace,
eight armed shaper of
the dreamtime,
and there in air
begins to spin a fiery web
through which one might
see the actual inception
of every human illusion..
baring fingertips
soft along the blazing
filaments of thought,
entranced.
consumed all whole
held captive as a moth
by innate sentience
as knowlege pours
through emptied veins..
she draws
ever inwards,
seeking core..
where mirrored and
now magnified through facets
of the crystal eye
of attunement,
there turns another weaver
on single thread..
whose own silken convolutions
shine in luminous
echoes of worlds without
now made within..
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I blazed through this piece, pretty much pulled along by the tempo and by the way you wrote this. I had to go back and force myself to read it slower to pull all the little tidbits and great imagery from this that I could. You use your words well, every line is something to chew on and appreciate. I've only read a few of your poems, but more than enough to know that I want to see more of your writing. I'm adding you as a favorite
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sometimes i think that before words existed, we must have all had very deep personal relationships with the worlds around us..both inside and without..and were then compelled to invent language in order to cause those worlds to extend beyond our own personal experiences..it is this i try to project through poetry..and the more i write, the more i grow..grazie jazzcat..glad i am for a new friend.
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I really love the images you created in this piece CJ.
Quieting the mind to hear the inner voice so often drowned out by the chatter and then spinning webs of thought. I feel an Eastern Philosphy vibe here.
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eastern culture, native lore, a splash of western wiccan..they do blend nicely.
exercises to soothe the screeching antics of my inner monkey spirit..and to escape the chatterings of those mindthoughts which seem to serve no purpose other than distraction from the essence of the true self..sometimes its just the only way to get out of the house when the weather is intemperate and one is feeling quite drained..
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A wonderful glimpse into ones self. If we call could weave as well....
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time spent at the loom, whether weaving or unravelling is time well spent indeed.
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Entrancing,
breath-holding
as if the reader
might somehow disrupt
the delicate filaments
if even breathing upon
the tranquil scene.
"...begins to spin a fiery web
through which one might
see the actual inception
of every human illusion..."
A view into legend and tale
you spin with secret smile,
Sudo-C-J.
Intellectually and creatively supreme!!!
Aes
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..and now with morning risen, the beads of dew collect and slip along those lines like rosary in the mind..
thank you aesthete..the spider has brought some peace as dream becomes destiny..you had a part in the shaping of this piece, yourself..as i longed for quiet forest places but was held back by fell weathers..your words came to mind to find a clear space within.
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The improvisational mind---C-J. surely!!!!
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