This picture reminded me of a nursery rhyme we often used to listen to. There were many rhymes, but the one I remember most is the one about spiders, which I was always afraid of. I was especially afraid of the ones that don’t kill and eat their prey right away; rather, they seem to play with it before making the final attack.
Little Miss Muffet, Sat on the tuffet Eating her curds and whey There came a big spider, Who sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away
To be alone at your desk or in your studio is not enough. You have to free yourself from the phantoms and inner critics who pursue you wherever you go. “When you start working,” said the composer John Cage, “everybody is in your studio — the past, your friends, enemies, the art world, and above all, your own ideas — all are there. But as you continue painting, they start leaving, one by one, and you are left completely alone. Then, if you are lucky, even you leave.”
The moment I take out a pen to write, my muse jeers. Everything has been written in the past. Every story has been told in the past. What new can you write? Present is just repetition Nothing you write or create is outside the nature of what has already been done. My mind explains It’s your writing style or presentation that matters. How you express or perceive things matters. Slowly, you become the doer. Then, if you can submerge, you are lucky, even the doer leaves. What remains is the ‘pure awareness’ and your Karma.
Monster spider Reassures its first prey If you invite others then, If you are lucky You may even leave I may spare you Foolish prey Believes In her quest for freedom, She even traps her friends Not realizing It’s a vicious web Once caught, You are caught.