Dust
it is all around me
all I touch or feel
all I make and
all I am
the dusts
of mortality
pass about us
the turning of the leaves
edging closer
all of the time…
as the wheel of the seasons turn
and the green is cleansed
turned
and burned
the entropy and illusion
as cinema
just one breath
carries us on
through the show
and one singular heartbeat
is pounding the rhythm
steering
the flow
into this mortal coil
we dive
cleansing ourselves
in dirty waters
once again
one life persists
and the wind blows
the dust in the air
to swirls
and in the center
is Eden
forever Eden there
while the illusion of time
turn and turn
while the fires of this life
of all we are
burn and burn
away we forever go…