Threads of the Unseen

Beneath the surface where whispers lie,

Threads of the unseen quietly tie.

Invisible strands through time and space,

Binding us all in their gentle embrace.

A stranger's smile, a fleeting glance,

The rhythm of footsteps, a cosmic dance.

Connections form in the smallest of ways,

Like sunbeams breaking through shadowed haze.

Each thread a story, a path, a choice,

A silent echo of a distant voice.

Woven together in patterns unknown,

A tapestry spun from seeds we've sown.

Fate is the weaver, both fierce and kind,

Its loom the heart, its threads the mind.

Some strands are golden, bright with cheer,

Others are knotted with loss and fear.

Yet even the tangles, the broken seams,

Give depth to the fabric, color to dreams.

For it’s in the flaws, the struggles, the fight,

That we find meaning, that we find light.

We cannot see these threads so fine,

But feel them pull like a sacred sign.

A call to reach, to hold, to trust,

To see the sacred in the humble dust.

So let us cherish the bonds we share,

The unseen threads that show we care.

For in this web of the vast, unknown,

We are never truly alone.