Pine needled piled humus
The mossy damp dew
Down down at eye level
I spy a golden hue
Of thinnest line
Fine as silk, spider’s twine
Tantalising, I so carefully part
The bracken and leaf litter
Nature’s great art
And gone it is without a trace
But practice tells me
To stay in grace
The forest falls silent
The moon rose soon
And there all about
Rivulets in the gloom
Luminous webs, too many to assume
To know which one
That I should pursue
Disregard such folly
Questioning is for fools
Take up a thread, the gentlest line
Ever so fragile
So tender and fine
And now we follow
Paying close heed
Follow the thread
Wherever it lead
Where we will go
I do not know
But gold is always golden
Let projections go
Be now loose and light
Follow the golden line
Into the night
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