The universal fiber, the common thread
The Fiber of Life
By Noah Youngson
Truth and love, bound in the same vine;
The more one tries to separate,
The more one sees the design.
Such a vine could never emaciate;
For it is eternal, but often unseen.
Perhaps that is the mystery of fate.
Their roots deep in the trunk of a tree;
So fibrous and oh, so giving!
What ample sustenance it has provided for me!
Among the tree the living
Fruits, leaves, branches, bugs
Their nature strict, yet endlessly forgiving.
At my heart, mind, and soul this universality tugs.
Akin to the mystical rings of Saturn,
It is distant, yet surrounds me like a warm hug.
At this universality my heart, mind, and soul yearn.