The Web of Life

The Web of Life

We are all caught there like flies,
pulled in by our soulish needs
seeking what lies beyond our reach
seldom considering our search
may infringe on other’s turf.
It shines like threads of jewels
until we begin to stomp around
with careless step and flailing.
The weaver must shed a tear
when the fine design is torn.
We find ourselves in sticky places
blaming the builder or the glue
for daring to stop our pursuit.
If only – words so often used –
we would slow down and observe
what someone else has woven.

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