Think and analyze with parsimony.
“Why?” has no answer.
Grace is everywhere.
In the slow rise of the moon, no matter where you are.
In a blade of grass, in the tenderness of your gestures, in your daily bread.
No need to worry — from dust you rose, dust you shall be.
Grace is not fussy.
Accompanying music: “Song of the universal” by Ola Gjeilo, listen here.
Inspiration: “Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” – Ash Wednesday, reminding us to be humble and joyful, always joyful.
We are but specks of dust catching the light and moving with the breeze.
We came from distant places to this earth that is blue, so that we may become ocean.
We are here to shine, and embrace sorrows and joys.
We are here to be kind, and speak words of comfort.
We came a long time ago,and since then, some have forgotten that it is to love that we are here.
The world is filled with dust.
It clings to the tongue of the mighty
and the tattered clothes of the innocent.
I just want to exhale with enough force
to sweep it all away,
so that I may finally go
where only the moon and the wind
know I am there.