Like a Thread of Spider Web

In meditation

A deep realization

Cuts through the web of delusion

Enveloping Life.

 

“I shall live a long life,”

People think.

People hope.

People desire ardently.

 

Like spiders,

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,

Circular shaped,

Empty in its core,

My life

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.

 

 

 

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