Spirit-Weaving
A web of webs
connects bar to bar
on the lanai railing,
its silver threads catching
the subdued September sun
as it inches its way across the eastern sky.
Early autumn wind cools
the coffee hoarded in my hands-
a comforting respite from the nocturnal
ego storm that ensnared insectile what ifs
in the web of my soul, exhausting me
with their raging
against the storm.
Now
out here in healing sun,
wind and real webs
a Spirit-Web of trust
has neutralized the what-ifs,
calling me back to rest
in the center of my own best self.
Steady
Ready.
© Rita H Kowats 9-9-19
Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections on Spiritual Practice 
Hi Rita, It has been a while since I’ve reached out, but I enjoy every single post of yours. The ego has been on my mind a lot recently — I discovered how much it controls my actions and posture towards others. I have made it a point in the last couple weeks to be more aware of my ego and this poem is a great contemplation tool.
I wish you the best moving into this new season of Fall.
Best, Brady Young
On Mon, Sep 9, 2019 at 1:19 PM Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections
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this is beautiful and very present
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