We are all woven into each other's lives. Bound up in knots and weaves, Sometimes our threads running in parallel, never meeting, Sometimes crossing seldom lingering, Sometimes severed— The loose threads of our lives Drifting in the winds of time, Often to meet again, Entangling together once more In an intricate embroidery of weaves and patterns.
Our fates are spun out Dancing from spindle to loom, In tune to the rhythm of our hearts.
We are all woven into each other's lives. No matter how small a thread, No matter how fine, We all play our part in the tapestry of life.
