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Like the Bugs
By Jane Tawel
April 25, 2025
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The mind flits and flirts
like a droning dragonfly.
Like the dinky dragonfly
my thoughts have no fire —
just a big mythical name.
— Nothing to be scared of
— barely should take notice of.
Let dragonfly thoughts land lightly —
then let them fly away.
The space is where
the mind should be.
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Desires are like spiders
crawling around
and creeping up.
But do not squash them as that will only make you feel worse.
Poor desires, they just want to live too.
Gently encourage your desires to spin their webs
without catching you in them.
Webs are dream-catchers, you know?
Let them fill the corners,
but not the main room of your soul.
Then gently encourage the spider-desires
to crawl away and leave your space.
Open the door and set them free
to roam and play as they will.
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The proverb says,
consider the way of the ant and be wise.
The ant has no ruler but God,
yet she prepares ahead
and gathers food in harvest,
working as One in community,
working together with the One.*
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The heart is like a bee —
buzzing, buzzing, buzzing.
The emotions of the heart can sting — but they also create honey.
No sting — no honey.
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Yes, we are all together made of the stuff of small things.
We are but tiny creatures,
in a big vast Universe.
To God we look like bugs.
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Like the ants of the field,
and the dragonflies of the sky,
the spiders in the corners,
and the bees of the gardens –
We toil and flit and flurry.
We think and want and feel.
We creep and scurry –
But Oh! — what lies within
even the smallest creatures
that live upon Mother Earth!
The body will one day rest
like all small things must one day do.
We will lie down with the worms
in the dust of the earth.
But Oh, my Soul!
Sing with the bees and Bach!
Spin with the spiders and Scheherazade!
Dream with the web-makers and poets.
Fly with the things of the air and the astronauts!
Oh, my Soul! You live,
and live forever in all Created things.
Creator loves his creations —
each tiny marvel of life.
With a small amount of love —
with a Soul on fire —
All beings live and love
forever
as One.
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© Jane Tawel, 2025
- Proverbs 6
Jane Tawel 