nature’s tears
bejewel a cobweb,
beading
every intersecting line
with the intricacy of
Idra’s net.
a breeze turns
the silken finery
into a breath
between branches
and the tiny worlds
of water within
into
a shiver, a sigh.
so many reflections,
vicissitudes of sameness
shimmer across
a single design,
consciousness, cosmos.
oh, to be this porous,
self-satisfied
and present
to the harmony
of one.
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