'The Web' The sun and moon dance in the sky at dusk The father sets; the mother softly shines In harmony of perfect love and trust While children fall asleep to lullabies The sun and moon dance in the sky at dawn The mother sleeps; the father burning bright Moving the pieces round to find the pawn Begin to wake to win another fight And so the dance continues in the dream Vibrating strings that weave the web of life That joins all creatures great and creatures small For real is only what illusion deems Eternal balance joyful in its strife For we can only rise after the fall