"In Buddhism and Hinduism, Indra’s Web is a profound metaphor for the structure of reality, representing the interconnectedness and interdependency of all things, describing a rich and diverse universe where infinitely repeated mutual relations exist between all its elements and entities".
We know what reality is, of course we do.
Waking and sleeping, working and playing.
Loving and growing, getting old and dying.
At peace when we are joined, isolated when we feel alone,
we soldier on with our brief happiness and our nagging discontent,
thinking, is this it?
I wonder if we notice that we sleep-walk through our days?
As our minds record experiences as a series of blurred photographs,
we're in there somewhere but not fully present.
As we chase fulfilment, far too busy to slow down,
we forget what's important is that everything's connected.
We forget we are all part of Indra's Web.
Sometimes we get to glimpse the rightness we seek.
A side-ways shift happens and the familiar us departs.
We are spacious and light, and effortlessly focused.
It might be a majestic view that takes our breath away,
the wind as it sighs through the boughs of a tree,
a butterfly's wings, so intricately patterned,
being absorbed in a task, doing something we love,
watching raindrops let go and slide down the 'pane,
holding the hand of the dying, while our eyes convey all,
reaching out to each other as we open our hearts.
We must cherish each glimpse, where we fully awaken,
remember its impact and be ready for more.
Our wise self knows its the only true living,
the rest's a diversion; sometimes pleasant, sometimes not.