Posted by lune on November 14, 2009
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Julian said
You think you can see where the spiders webs begin and end but you can’t – wow! What is the light within which everything appears?
Julian said
The simplicity of what is.
lune said
I love this photo, I took it very early one morning. An hour after I snapped this, the webs had disappeared. All that work, all the painstaking spinning and weaving, the endless gathering of light into an architect’s inspiration of construction, only to be remade every morning over and over again, like will-’o-the-wisps, catching dew and sunlight in a myriad of subtle ways.
Life is miraculous.
And there I was capturing the image on the camera’s screen and here it is being reproduced onto a thousand other screens.
Julian said
Thanks for sharing it with us. How many other talents have you got?
lune said
oh, about this many:
x
Julian said
Meaning you are all gift. Perfect.x
liberatedself said
Beautiful spider webs. That which was caught is breathtaking!
msayers said
Says it all, doesn’t it? We should have everyone’s silent post put in one place. Wouldn’t that be cool?
lune said
It really is amazing all the different takes on it – here is another one:
http://blogwithoutaname.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/infinite-being.jpg
It would be cool to get all the posts together in the same place, yes – I hope this thing keeps going, would be nice to see what the results are outside of the non-dual blogging community…….
lune said
Considering my recurring theme of spider’s webs in my writing, I was really intrigued to find out about Indra’s Web, from Svante Odmark over at Mike’s blog.
thank you Svante and Mike.
tokumei said
Hi Lune,
I tagged you here: http://www.japansystems.de/serendipity/index.php?/archives/120-The-End,-The-Beginning-A-Silent-Post.html
Thanks for you,
tokumei
Zahir said
we wove the webs.. and hung by their threads.. we need to break free.. and weep at their tattered state..