The Raven that Could not Heal - A Spider's Thread

The Raven that Could not Heal - A Spider's Thread


What point is there, that we mourn our fate,
a path laid before us without our sacred vow?
What truth is there, that we learn in the darkness,
as we lay like cold forgotten husks in the muck?
What fate is there, as we mourn our end,
as we watch the glittering lights expire of those we love?

Deeper we sink into the blackened tar,
falling helplessly, unable to cry out.
Deeper, Deeper, Deeper,
we let go and surrender to the dark ooze.

For you see, if we forget, but for one moment
the glimmering light that shines through
the darkest points of nothingness,
then we sink,
deeper,
deeper,
and deeper still.

It is only when we are completely emeshed
within the smothering flesh of the darkness,
that we remember that we need only ourselves
to rise out of the husk that we enhabit
within a sea of darkness.
All that is required is a single spark,
a single spark of recoginitions light
to guide us and pinpoint the path
out of the darkness.

Find your thread, Raven and
rise out of your pain .
For you have never been,
nor will you ever truly be,
alone.

Cling tight to your thread,
and do not look down.
Look only into the light
and find peace at last, my friend.



Author's Notes: There is an old Buddhist or Hindu story (I'm not sure which) that I felt like writing a tribute about. It is about a Spider Goddess who wove the threads of life. One day God came to her and asked her to help a man get out of Hell and she agreed. So when she had made her most resilient thread, she cast it down to hell so that the man could climb up it. Her only warning was, do not look down. When the man began to climb, he looked down and saw that others from Hell had joined him upon the thread. He became afraid that the weight of the others would cause the thread to break. So he took out the knife he carried with him and cut the thread, casting himself and all of the others back into the pits of Hell. Next when God camed to the Spider Goddess, and asked why the man had not been lifted out of Hell yet, the Spider Goddess told him this: 'I warned the man not to look down and to focus only on the journey upward. But alas, he did look down. He saw that others followed him and became afraid that my thread would not hold him as he rose toward Heaven. So instead of pressing forward, he took his knife and cut the thread. In the end, the man and all of the others were cast back down into hell. What the man did not understand is that the thread that he climbed upon would have supported everyone and more, for it is the resiliently strong thread that I used to weave and shape the world.'
God nodded his understanding and left.

My point is simply this. No matter how hard life becomes, no matter how far down we think we have fallen into the pits of 'hell' , there is a thread stretching down from heaven connecting us to it. All we have to do is realize it, look forward, and climb ever higher. Only our own regrets and limitations hinder us from rising higher. And the resilient thread sees beyond both, to what we all truly are, beauty immortal.