The Spider’s Dream [*POEM*]



How can the peacock’s tail, the parrot’s wing,
The sun and the moon and your sweetheart spring
With a sudden Big Bang—out of Nothing?
Out of the Void comes bubbling heaven and hell?
How can this be?—There’s no one here can tell.
Somebody knows, but keeps that secret well.
Listen!—beyond the rafters of the sky
A brooding Spider slowly weaves her sly
Web of worlds, her fantastic tapestry
Of  time and space in proof of some Grand Scheme—
Light, and Shadow, and all the Things that Seem.
Whatever is, is just that Spider’s dream.

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Lasha Darkmoon

Dr Lasha Darkmoon (b.1978) is an Anglo-American ex-academic with higher degrees in Classics whose political articles and poems have been translated into several languages. Most of her political essays can be found at The Occidental Observer and The TruthSeeker. Her own website,, is now within the top 1 percent of websites in the world according to the Alexa ranking system.

7 thoughts on “The Spider’s Dream [*POEM*]

  1. After the recent shutdown of our website, we’ll be needing a day or two before we get back to normal. Please continue to comment on the previous article and disregard this poem if you wish. (It was written over five years ago and never intended for publication).

  2. I like your poem. Refreshingly thoughtful.

    #22) Spider: The spider is my twenty second guru. It weaves its web from the thread in the form of a fluid. After sometime, it gathers up the web into itself. The supreme projects the whole creation out of itself and after sometime, withdraws it into itself at the time of dissolution. The individual soul too, bears the senses and the mind within itself and, at its birth as a human being or any other living creature, it projects them out as the sense organs, organs of action and the whole body. In accordance with its latent tendencies, the creature thus born, gathers up all the means and objects needed for its living. At the end of its life’s duration, the soul again withdraws the senses, mind and acquired tendencies at the hour of death. Thus have I learned from the spider.

    24 Gurus

  3. Ah Darkmoon, I’m very happy you’re working with me an’ we’re together again. Please keep up your work, every voice is needed. I like spiders they are wondrous creatures to behold. It’s blood-sucking parasites I can’t tolerate. I have watched spiders re-position their web in hopes of a better catch. This means their infinitesimally small brain, far smaller than the head of a pin, has the same reasoning capacity as the average “genius” Jew. “Out of the Void comes bubbling heaven and hell? How can this be?” Simple – It cannot.

  4. I like them too, never been bothered by them, they can be quite entertaining.
    The best are jumping ones, like wolf spiders.
    Once in Thailand, I was sitting in a lawn chair and spotted one on the ground, big eyes and it was tilting its head this and that way to get a better look at me, just like a dog and in fact, kept its eyes trained directly on mine.
    Then, in a lightning fast motion, it landed on my elbow for a closer look before squirting away.

    I also like dragon flies and praying mantises, all of them beautiful hunting machines.

  5. More like a spidery nightmare

    This spider is a treacherous one that inverted reality in its second body..

    “…in short, they would lure their prey into an invisible illusion, and paralyze them with the sting of a numbing intoxication. Then came a method of siphoning; drawing off the Divine Light through a ‘tunnel’, and sending it to the obscurity of an odd assimilation.

    …in those sublime places, Beings were enjoying the handiwork of an ebullient Creation. It was always excellent weather for flying, with no sense of the entanglement that awaited. Once in the trap, an opiate of amnesia would mar their dreams for countless eons, marooned in the quarantine of a strange land.

    The Divine Light had become a beacon

    in esoteric terms, “22” represents an escape, or rescue from the spider’s belly, and a return to mankind’s true reality

    1. hp has his lesson, Brownhawk his

      a common thread:

      “oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive”

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