Dust Nugget v4

at the beginning we're a nugget of dust and so at the end

as seed becomes tree becomes seed and as bird lays an egg to crack around bird so the nugget scatters dust as every wave of light to dance every dance as it sings every song until all rays entwine in all ways become one again in the tightest of whirls and the eye sees itself as the light it comprises

in between we find all of us in the midst of the dance trees wave in the sun as bees sing flowers open a bear rolls with its cubs as the snow melts into streams flowing to the rivers into seas that cloud up the skies to send rain to the fields for the trees and the flowers the bees berries and bears

and I sing some verses make some steps of the dance as do you and each being each a dust cloud spinning and each the dust nugget spun out of the love that conducts us to blow apart and undone till all dances are danced and the songs are all sung

the notes hardly matter waves crash on rocks and the words lesser still clouds need no bones and the steps are our choices paths wind as feet fall creating order in our wake no two are the same though some can be fake

and our songs are all one song and our dances one dance no one stands alone though we imagine we can

and imagine we can any way where and when from the biggest of bangs to the tiniest tweet from the seat of your being where a caged bird sitting sings ourself to sleep to dream of being free as it always will be

as a ray of light dances any which way it leaves behind a shadow wherever it's been So a hard ray leaves softness and a warm ray leaves cold As our anger yields a calmness and sorrow allows for joy

From one nugget always being all ways divides into a twinverse reflection a yin for each yang high comes from low near from far out from inside

we put hands to a clock work to tick out the beat of our mother earth twirling child moon in tow glowing round our father sun beaming gratitude gratitude gratitude each and all playing like flies in the streets swirling in tandem in the sweet cosmic breeze on the updrafts of sidewalks on the downfalls of traffic in our souls and our feats

some steps feel awful so that others feel wondrous stub a toe on the coffee table corner kick on the goal

and some steps are heinous we can hit or can hug pleasure makes room for pain as good carves out evil and fear shadows love.

when fear holds us tightly we forget who we are flailing into self imposed isolate confined solitaire

locked in illusion we stride emto power in chains of denial we grasp for control over others we seem to sing and dance harm but the pain we give rise to comes back with revenge ants to pillage our nervous ends

those who seem evil are driven by fear of not being enough and not being at all

And since each of us began and will end as a facet on this dust nugget gem that is us and has us we can feel what it's like to be any other dusty cluster alone in its bubble of fearsome madness

these lonesome bubbles layer on and ossify egoskeletons in the closet where we blindly become the monsters we fear until one brave day we tire of trembling and crack the creaky door of perception to peer into the Mind at Large with the eye beyond spacetime

the methods are manifold We can pop the bubble all at once or pick the lock breath by breath We can stay inert and wait until to dust we return We can one-inch punch through the coffin lid and terrified claw back to rarefied air screaming into the holy night where shadows go to die

the fortunate daughters and sons find themselves fully grown still swimming in the dusty unknown with no crimes to atone for though the story of separation can be a challenge to ignore each choice remains yours to maintain this All One God Faith or wear the spectral mask of your own personal wraith

as creativity accelerates and the pace of novelty soars then the scatter hits the brakes bubbles fling open suicide doors and the dust angels and devils dance on the tarmac and dance in the hills and dance in the food desert and sing from the rooftops and sing in the trees and play with the bears and feed apples to bees

we sing our fears out our anahata holes to regrow the merry muscles that have atrophied slowly as we thought up technology and treaded tired tropes to distract from the void the dust nugget calls home

we gather the bony shells the cracked shards of egos light a blaze for the ageless a galaxy class tire fire dancing in dust and as dust with the full grace and gusto all the love we can muster till the clocks go nowhere and work is ever over

wildflowers bloom back into valleys over hills where our hurry had laid waste to the colors of the fields of yesteryear special invaders from a world away borne on leviathan tankers sped by fossil fracking fuels

only tools could survive in the bubbleverse to which we had inadvertently subscribed consentless as we came here we remain hope free

to come

on nicotine on addiction on death of loved ones on death of self on exercise on friendship on marriage on promises on sleep on eating on cooking on technology/building on puzzles on clothing on sex on grooming on feeling on thinking on knowing on belief on freedom on trees