Mending the Tattered Web of My Heart the World
I am mending
the tattered web of my heart, the world,
with plush emerald yarn
of compassion and generosity.
I darn holes torn by blame and judgment
with soft sturdy strands
of kindness and understanding.
May I repair jagged rips
torn by despair and grief
with braided grasses of gratitude
and deep purple reeds of acceptance
of things as they are.
And where anger and fear
burned gaping holes,
may I reweave
with golden threads of forgiveness,
gleaming copper cords of courage,
and strong silver strands of trust
in the mysterious and holy unfolding
of what is greater than I can know.
To strengthen this web of my heart, the world,
I send out these healing threads,
to anyone who needs them,
anyone at all
in this whole world.
Jane Mara 2006
3 comments:
Dear Anne
Spiderwoman's web weaves intricate patterns, designs which hold one secure within this maya (illusion) that we all journey in. Hopefully consciously.
Enlightenment is what we seek, and what we transcend in this process, this "stuff", itself becomes the fuel that powers our journey onward. There is no ultimate illumination, just a process of steps (grades) which lead us to greater and clearer states of Being, of experience. The play of life (leela) is to be enjoyed, savoured, without attachment whatsoever. That is a great truth that leads an EAGER aspirant to existances beyond the barriers of our comprehension...
The Web is womblike in its nature, holding us within it, yet allowing us to explore the greater awareness, like a great old growth tree, rooted in nourishing soil (the web),whose branches ever reach upward into the sunlight of an eternal, vibrant, Calling.
Love,& laughs,
friend,John
Anne,
I wanted to tell you again what a source of joy I find every time I journey my way to your space.
Happy weaving :)
Hi John, Hi Christy,
Great to hear that you're both inspired by this beautiful poem.
I'm travelling for a week to ten days...will tell all soon.
Love,love,love,
Anne
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