Web of Life

We are caught up in a web
from the spring of life to the death of winter
We struggle, quite in vain, to be cozy.
Weiry with the constant collisions
We become numb,
so "comfortably numb",
We see the web as our lulling cradle.
Until we grow up,
too big to be numb any longer.
We see farther, deeper, and higher
with our refreshed eyes.
Nothing catches the sight
than those white, thin, seemingly-fragile
bars, that has locked us in as we cradled.
No longer numb, we begin the struggle,
that very instance, to get out
of the once-cozy cradle;
fighting relentlessly, in the timeless battle,
walking through the one-way paths,
disturbing the graves of once-heroic prisoners.
But we do not see
that the more we struggle, the more we get entangled
in the clever, wicked creation
of the invisible, invincible spider!


As we grow wiser, older,
as we see beyond but no longer give a damn,
we lay back and reflex,
that we are not CAUGHT in the web;
that we ARE the web:
the cradle, the prison, the hearse.

-Uththara-