Wise Words

I think of this poem often. This week I was thinking of it and the way it relates to the creative life. The work of creation is sending out piece after piece from ourselves. Waiting and hoping for one to catch hold.

A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling .png
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