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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461141" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Worldwide Web Of Mind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spider with which, with whom, <br>I share the sunshine of these late summer days<br>and the front garden – though in truth, <br>the silver filigree denies me two-thirds of it, <br>so broad the span of this ambitious engineer –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the spider which or who has grown so large<br>that its claws are some rapacious hawk in miniature, <br>almost scary in their taloned, threatening curve, <br>and which yesterday sat immobile in the centre of its web<br>either sleeping, or awaiting, or perhaps both, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is not there today; and I recall that yesterday<br>it had a silvery bag attached to it, which now I guess<br>could be some exquisite womb worn like a jewelled pride<br>which needs no protection..the web’s undamaged<br>so surely no marauding bird has pecked the spider<br>from the undamaged centre of this web? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where has the spider chosen, for its special day, <br>Its birthing place, its private ward –<br>and does it have its huge emotions in miniature, <br>its pride, its special love, around that tiny thing? <br>There is no clue; the guy-ropes of its web are silent.<br>Will I see it in the next few days<br>teaching its baby all its circus tricks, <br>abseil, swing, launch in the wind to far-off unknown lands? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or is it true that, having borne a little brood, <br>this creature, so magniificent, <br>gives its life to them, to c arry on the silken line? <br>does it know that sacrifice it makes<br>which is as noble as that of any man? <br>and will its brood also carry in their blood<br>a memory, inherited, that there, <br>across the front garden, six feet from East to West, <br>that silken line their mother made -<br>their only inheritance from her, apart from life itself, <br>awaits their darning needle? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I inspect carefully the web, as one might inspect<br>and read the menu for some blind lunching friend; <br>amused a little, embarrassed a little, solemn a little, <br>as the Creation’s relative dimensions<br>shrink, expand, draw me into the web of universal mind; <br>a filigree humility; a life not owned but shared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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the silver filigree denies me two-thirds of it, 
so broad the span of this ambitious engineer –

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