When entering the Gorge, leave behind all preconceptions. Let yourself be carried off on a stream of consciousness that tickles the heavens as readily as it grinds down stone.

The Webs We Weave

If you’re faced with fear and doubt

if you’re lost among the crowd

remember that the life we live

is like a spider’s tender web


We weave it daily, making plans,

taking extraordinary stands,

and when we tire of desire

we kick back and enjoy our


ways, making sure we ascertain

the strands and all that they contain,

feasting on what has been slain,

saving some for rainy days


So if it’s torn (our lovely web)

or if it’s altogether shorn (to shreds)

remember that the webs we weave

they come and go, they stay or leave


And if your web is under threat

focus on yourself instead,

spiders need their webs to live

but humans weave our precious dreams


And if you love your web too much,

and if the world seems out of touch,

remember, it’s the web that’s gone

but you’re still here, so weave along


Remind yourself what it’s like

to weave your web — so elegant —

remember, we are here for you,

we’ll help you weave your web anew