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The Web of Life As the fog lifts, we see it clearly....no more forgetting.... The Web of Life There is a living web that runs through us To all the universe Linking us each with each and through all life On to the distant stars. Each knows their little corner of the world, and lives As if this were all. We no more see the farther reaches of the threads Than we see of the future, yet they're there. Touch but one thread, no matter which; The thoughtful eye may trace to distant lands Its firm continuing strand, yet lose its filaments as they reach out, But find at last it coming back to the one from whom it led. We move as in a fog, aware of self But only dimly conscious of the rest As they are close to us in sight or feeling. New objects loom up for a time, fade in and out; Then, sometimes, as we look on unawares, the fog lifts And there's the Web in shimmering beauty, Reaching past all horizons. We catch our breath; Stretch out our eager hands, and then In comes the fog again, and we go on, Feeling a little foolish, doubting what we had seen. The hands were right. The Web is real. Our folly is that we so soon forget. Robert T. Weston Add This Entry To Your CureZone Favorites! Print this pageEmail this page  Alert Webmaster
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