The spiders weave their mandalas between plants and trees and blades of grass. Their magic visible only when touched by the sun.
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The spiders weave their mandalas between plants and trees and blades of grass. Their magic visible only when touched by the sun.
beautiful words, can just imagine a spiders web glittering in the rain!
I don’t see them in the rain as much as I do when the light hits them just right. Other times of the day, I could just walk into them before I realized they were there.
You underline the magic all around us. Great poem!
This evening I saw another one strung across the path next to the house. Luckily we don’t use that path much any more.
Gorgeous! We notice when we look. We see when we appreciate. Well done!
This reminds me about my old flame, she’s everything about Mandalas 💕, she’ll designed it, send to me for approval before she share it with others, although I don’t have idea about how to create. What I can only remember is, it’s therapeutic therapy! 😢
I love this 💕
i love this metaphor – it’s so accurate and unexpected & you paint the image so vividly i feel like i can see sunlight glinting off a web
Gorgeous imagery! The sun at the end was visceral.