🕷SINGING THE SPIDER🕷

I’m less intertested in the names of species than I am with spending time in their company- learning to participate in their magnificence, interweaving with them, dreaming with them, singing with them… 
to having my being permeated with their presence…
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To feel the interpenetrating symphony of consciousnesses- where each flows into the other.
To be reminded that in truth, we are born of the same mother…
Because it’s only in this flow that I feel I can begin to approach the fullness of reality…
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Both 8legged and 2legged, forged in the fire of a dying star’s last breath and guided into form by Gaia’s dreaming hands, animated and moved by yet another star…
Both of us breathing, the same air exhaled by forests and oceans… The same air cycled through my ancestors lungs and yours and that bird over there…
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Some days I am broken open in wonder by the shimmering luminescent quality of this world…
It speaks to me through boundaries crafted over centuries, the one’s that function to hold me apart and the same ones that taught me that names were more important than communing with the heart…
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But now it’s clear. Of course I am but a ‘part’, and yet have never been ‘apart’.
Everything I see is an emergent quality… a reflection of me… A possibility…of who I am, was and could have been.