Dust Nugget

atop the spire sat a figure

we beginned we biggened until big end to begin again

as seed becomes tree becomes seed as bird lays an egg to crack around bird so the nugget scatters to 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 tightness of whirls eye sees itself as light it comprises compiles

in between we find yall of us in midst of the dance

trees wave in the sun as bees sing flowers open a bear rolls with its cubs as snow melts into streams flowing rivers to seas who cloud up the skies who send rain to the fields for the trees and the flowers bears berries and bees

and I rumble a verse or these and I stumble a dance as do you and each being dust clusters aloft and each the dust nugget spun out of love that conducts us to blow apart and undone till all dances are danced and songs are all sung

the notes hardly matter waves crash on rocks and the words lesser still clouds need no bones or tassels the steps are our choices paths wind as feet fall we extrude orders into the wake no two the same though some can be fake

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

any way where and when from the biggest of bangs to the tiniest tweet

from the seat of our being where a caged bird sitting singing ourself to sleep to dream of being free it always will be

a ray of light dances any which way leaves behind a shadow wherever it's been a hard ray leaves softness a warm ray leaves cold our anger yields calmness our sorrow holds joy

from one nugget always being all ways divides twinverse reflections yin is yang's eye high comes from low near from afar dark and heavy from light and out from inside

we put hands to a clock work to tick the beat of mother earth twirling child moon in tow glowing round 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 others feel wondrous stubbed toe on coffee table corner kicked in the goal

some steps are heinous we can hit or can hug pleasure houses pain good carves out evil 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 of this dust nugget gem that is us and has us we can feel what it's like to be another dusty cluster alone in its bubble of fearsome madness floating prone in the shower drowning shallow loner bubbles layer on and ossify egoskeletons in the closet where we blindly become the monsters we fear until one brave day tired of trembling cracking creaky door of perception to peer into Mind at Large eye beyond spacetime

methods are manifold pop the bubble all at once pick the lock breath by breath stay inert and wait abated until to dust we return one-inch punch through coffin lid 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 separation story sticks wrong in your craw each choice remains yours to maintain this space this All One God Faith or wear the spectral mask of your very own personal instaface wraith

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

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

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

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

in bubbleverse only tools survive we inadvertently subscribed consentless as we came here we remain hope free

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