There once was an ancient teacher: old but not obsolete. On this day, the sage asked a new seeker to bring back a spider web. Keen to please, the student set out to find one.
It was early in the morning. Dew transformed the world into a dance of light. Within that soft whimsical dance, a bold movement grabbed the boy’s attention. There! Gliding down from the canopy came a tiny spider, riding her zip line with graceful precision. Lost in the movement, he wondered what that must feel like. What courage did it take to trust one’s ability to create a lifeline? How liberating! And just how does Spidey manage all those legs without ending up in a tangled mess?
The boy’s eyes followed the spider’s zip line to a gathering of delicate buttercups. Here she began to spin out more lines, adorning the flowers with a perfect, yet not so perfect, orb. Now it was her time to wait. Shimmering strands played with the wind beyond and the light within.
Mesmerized, time faded into the illusion that it is.
The spider contemplating life, the student watching.
The student contemplating life, the spider watching.
Merging through awareness.
With a rude jolt, the seeker of truth remembered the task: bring back a spider web. But how could this request be fulfilled? How could the trust of the spider and the beauty of her creation be broken?
Searching within, the answer came.
For now, the web lived in the light of the child’s eyes.