Justess

I Am the Net,

Grandmother Spider, Weaver,

threads shining from My body’s dark.

I spell the knots My own mysterious way.

I don’t prevent the light from failing,

night upon day,

or the year from blazing

autumn’s brave display.

In Me is room for all

that serves the future.

Don’t pray to Me to catch you as you fall.

Return to earth is just, the fate of all.

Believer!

Dance, sharing laughter’s ease

upon My strong trapeze!

Ride the bright rainbow up and down,

before the petaled flowers turn brown.

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I Am Change, becoming, growth,

emergent, future-birthing.

Beyond reason, I Am Respect.

I Am reason enough to respect womben,

to respect yourself, to respect All.

My beauty, harmony, orchestration

make it offensive to hate,

to injure the integrity of spirit/body/mind,

to threaten to harm anyone, any thing, ever.

I Am the web of sanity that holds you well.

I Am integrity, authenticity, creativity,

inner rightness, complex as life, simple as joy.

Call Me Justess and serve My cause!

There is no peace without Me.

I Am Enough. Give thanks!

Find woven in yourselves

the vibrant threads of warp and weft

to endure and shine

when Justess alone is left.

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Old men scholars spinning webs of lies

have told the tale all wrong.

Two hands: 

One dark furred spidery fingers

webbed between and jeweled with dew;

One like a loom of light cat's cradle

changing, exchanging

between fingers of love.

Rainbow lines electric

throb reality

connecting poles of vision.

Goddess magnetic, dialectic

reaching to weave Herself.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018