A deep realization
Cuts through the web of delusion
“I shall live a long life,”
People desire ardently.
People weave webs
Of power and domination
To keep the weak captive
In structures of exploitation.
What a finely weaved cobweb!
The most ignorant bugs
Don’t even notice it.
They get enticed and entangled at once
And become food for these spiders.
Yet no matter how strong these webs are
These shall fall and disintegrate someday.
A strong gust of Wind comes
And carries everything away
All disappearing without a trace.
After certain periods of time
This cycle repeats itself.
Nothing escapes from the Wind,
And today I realized how fortunate I am
To be alive and part
Of this finely weaved web of Life.
Like a fine thread,
Empty in its core,
Sways with the Wind,
This thread can break anytime
Yet such is the Beauty of life.
What a precious gift that is Life.
After all this time cycling,
I realize my little life
Is just this single thread
Swaying with the Wind
Connected to the master web of Life
Today I surrender myself to thy Beauty.