Gossamer fibers shooting across space/Where those fibers cross and touch and tie/Is where we meet/….

Not so much the sparkling intersections we
Strands between centers we
New wholeness
Beings between
Gossamer fibers shooting across space
Where those fibers cross and touch and tie
Is where we meet
The chances are about as strong as
Two gossamer filaments touching in all of space-time
When they do, something happens
Something is transformed
The rest of the net feels it
Here may grow gem-bright flashes
Strange it is that there is
Nothing at the ends of the strands:
We nothing
We exist only when
Our shooting filaments cross
We live only in meeting

:- Doug.

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