Threads of Destiny
I know why the air is clear.
I can almost see those glistening threads,
some thick and some thin
binding all organisms,
some large and some small,
Together—one silky strand at a time.
Some hang loosely, so fragile they may fall
or break with the slightest gust of wind.
Some are tight, pulling Us with a force
across oceans, hills, and sidewalks
Together—those transparent threads,
some short and some long,
are our destinies.
Some are attached to the heart,
others to the feet; only one string between
two of the living—
I can almost see them all, billions
springing from each one I encounter,
radiating like the sun in all directions,
connecting living grass, water, soil, and hearts
Together. And when a heart stops beating,
its threads detach and depart
from all cells, all hearts;
coiling and collecting themselves
I know why hearts ache.
Transforming into liquid form,
they unite with fallen threads of the past,
creating streams, rivers, seas, and oceans;
dancing gracefully, they form waves,
nourishing the remaining organisms
that spring from the aged Earth–
I know why water is clear.
Gradually the former threads gravitate
towards the warmth of the sunshine,
placing blessings upon threads still hanging,
some loosely and some tightly.
Ascending up to the heights,
They eternally evaporate
And fall into
the Web of Life