“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.”

~ Chief Seattle ~

sometimes it seems I’m hanging on by thin gossamer threads

that threaten to break with even the gentlest of breezes

then i see light dancing on those fragile strands

and how it illuminates the morning dew like tiny stars

i remember once again with out light

i will be lost in the breeze of my own darkness

dancing in the wind with out an anchor

lightness is my anchor

and remembering those gossamer threads that connect us all.