One day, Spider sees worker ants in a row;
Asks 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,
Four pairs of eyes siphon
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
these 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