The unseen thread

The unseen thread, it binds us all.

May it be spring, may it be fall.

It winds through our loves and our hates.

And it seeps thru our untold fates.

Silently it weaves a mesh around,

Lovingly it treads on barren ground…..

Every fibre, delicate though it seems,

Has the strength to engulf every dream.

It’s your choice how you become a part,

Of the golden threaded wrap of time.

You could entwine your being within its knit

Or let your mind be woven in the golden string.

You could be soothed by its soft caress,

or you could let its spindle prick you hard. 

Sometimes you will get entangled in its yarn,

And at other times the torn soul it will darn!

The thread, its unseen knots and ties,

binds us all in the celestial skies!

This, we all must remember in good faith,

not only in life but also in death.