Dust

When one ponders with nature and realises one's mortality in the present stage, nature speaks to you, embraces you and tell you that you too are timeless

Dust met me today and asked me to talk to Sand

I walked over to Sand, 

And over Sand Wind was blowing, 

Gently, chill and in small gusts.

Something stirred in me and I picked up a fistful of Sand, Desert Sand.

Coarse it was, I feel I’m being led somewhere.

As Sand slipped through my fingers, it left me a message.

“I’m not it. I’m all, you, them, everyone, here, now, was and will be

Here, now, there, then, everywhere, ever-time.

I’m life! but not alive to you. 

You walk on me, and like kings think you trample me.

Keep in mind that you will one day flow through someone’s fingers like I do today.

Watch how you live!”

Every speck of Sand flowed through my fingers, all that was left was Dust in my palm.

This time I did not bother to wipe it off. I felt one with it like Dust.

Then Dust left me another message. “The Wind will speak to you!”

© Christopher Michael

Saudi Arabia

Reviews

[BBP]

One day we all will either be dust in the wind or dirt in the ground. Nice write.