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 ”
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!
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”…