{The Web of Existence}

4 days ago

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We are but threads in an endless weaving,

brief constellations of breath and bone,

each life touching another,

none arriving, none departing alone.

The earth remembers every footfall,

the wind carries all we have been,

and even those who vanish from our sight

remain entwined in the unseen.

Nothing is lost to the great unfolding,

nothing exists apart,

the universe spins its infinite web

through the chambers of a single heart.

Ajanta Judd