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Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone.
–Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi
Out of his spinnerets
came those silken threads of lies.
We were led
into that sticky orb web
where he lay in wait for us;
We’re now reaping darkness;
though our hearts are turning into stones
we’re nurturing the fire
shut up there.
He is sightless.
We gather
await
for the strike
to devastate each
spiral strand
with our flame
and birth light.
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sumanar/lekha 
Very well written Sumana… !
Oh this is delightful! Love the idea of “birthing light”
The ending lines are very uplifting to read Sumana ~ Let’s flame our birth light ~
I love the ‘silken threads of lies’ and ‘sticky orb web’ – they convey danger and deception so well, Sumana.
Love the contrast between “silken threads of lies” and “birthing light”.. beautifully done!❤️
This is excellent, like falling into darkness and recovering in a way… the image of the spider giving darkness… stunning
Very effective imagery, Sumana!
though our hearts are turning into stones
we’re nurturing the fire
There seems to be an element of weakness still even though one can be as hard as stone!
Hank
Yes.. my friEnd..
art aWakes from
DArk liGht hUman
eYes controLLinG
subjuGating
web
is
spun…
spinners
heArts..
aRt aLiVe iN SonG
And DancE oF liFe..:)