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The white spider
thought she would like
to feel the sun,
leave her spinning
for later and
see what she had
created while
sending her threads
of thought around
the world and back.

Sometimes she just
wanted to feel
the warmth of the
sun, maybe get
a little tan,
and not think at
all about her
endless spinning
of connections
between ideas.

So she crawled
out of her cave
in dark of night
while no one was
watching and struck
out for the beach.
While on her way
she met a boy
on the dirt road
who was crying.

She already
knew the cause of
the boy’s sadness
because he was
open to the
universe of
unseen forces.
As she passed
she spoke without
speaking. He heard

her message and
stopped weeping.
They both headed
to the beach for
a little sun
and nothing else.
While on their way
they met a man
carrying a
heavy load that

no one else could
see. a load he
had carried for
many years but
she knew that he
was struggling
to face the day.
He could not hear
her thoughts or see
beauty at all.

As he passed
she felt the crush
as if it were
upon her back,
but she could not
help him because
he had closed
the door to the
universe so
many years ago.

She was overcome
with compassion.
She almost went
back the way she
had come, thinking
that if she were
in her cave she
could erase his
pain and help him
to start over.

But she let him
go, knowing that
she must rest and
she is not the
gatekeeper or
the locksmith of
the universe.
She finally
arrived just
as the sun rose.

A woman stood
facing the sea
exulting in
the sunrise, and
the white spider
basked in the
warmth of her joy
her salute to
the creator
of life and love.

It was enough.
No suntan this
time. No thoughtless
laying around.
It was time to
return to the
cave and resume
spinning, loving
creating and
being herself.