[a reflection]

[wraithonyx]

There is craft in this smallest insect,
With strands of web spinning out his thoughts;
In his tiny body finding rest,
And with the wind lightly turning.
Before the eaves he stakes out his broad earth;
For a moment on the fence top lives out his life.
When you know that all beings are even thus,
You will know what creation is made of.

~Sugawara no Michizane
(845 - 903)