Fly

Fly

At one time, little fly, you had the freedom of the space

but then your body  nudged against a tiny sticky filament

and in your struggle to get free

your wings and body were stuck fast

” Fly in a net ”

and yet……..

 

no spider came as answer  to your calls

to turn you into means for its existence

and so,  unwrapped,  flying again became a possibility.

 

Why don’t you move?

you are not dead!

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using a lens and dampened brush

so gently, wash away the unseen residue, the glue,

and be a fly, and fly and be….

 

each moment freed, spontaneously.

 

 

The little net of the ‘ego thought’ catches the passing, fleeting thought… the beginning of the forming of a shape…of solidification and reification  “Open… release…. begin again”…