COSMIC SILK
One day, Spider sees worker ants in a row;
Asks the Queen ant,
How do you keep them aligned?
Queen ant says, every morning,
I sew them together
With cosmic thread
Then I tug the line gently,
Until the thread disappears,
That is how worker ants stay aligned
Spider smiles, tilts his head up,
And from four pair of eyes,
Siphons cosmic light from the milky Way
Where it morphs into silk
in his abdomen–
An act freely available to all creatures
The next morning he begins to stitch
his own silk threads as a passing bird watches
Who is also struck with this brilliant idea
Bird pulls strands of her own
From the swirling milky way,
Throws them into a V formation
Birds align into the V,
Forming one majestic community
Wiser than any single bird
And so, the teaching is passed on,
From one creature to another
Until the teaching became invisible
Binding all creatures,
Each to its own kind,
Each to its own pattern
Creation is Infused
with generous Light,
Freely offered by the stars
— Abraham Menashe
© 2017