Spider Web

After two days of welcoming summer rain, morning is cool and calm.

I came out with a cup of tea to feel the warmth of morning sun,

To watch the green grass, the dark, damp, water-soaked tree trunks

Freshly bathed leaves with their rich green color

And the raindrops glistening on the grass.

The street is empty of any walker or car.

Even the birds are quiet, just then I notice the spider web.

The gossamer was suspended in air with all its threads sparkling under the glorious rays of morning sun.

Some of its filament attached to tree trunks giving it a base unseen by my eyes. 

I kept looking at it for few seconds and thought to my self, this is how this universe is suspended attached with some invisible power string

Giving rhythm to all life.

The quest for gnosis so intense in human heart

Yet to this day we can’t understand it.

Some say they have felt it and vouch for it with definite authority.

Some simply brush it aside deeming it immaterial and unnecessary for their daily life. 

Standing there I thought being a seeker or nonbeliever

Is not the concern of that Creative Power

And I think the spider; the trees, the morning sun and the birds flying high are not concerned about it either.

So I too should put the question aside simply to enjoy and relish this beauty while I can.