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.
No need to think or analyze or study.
They say, a donkey with many books is still a donkey.
Yes, and the world is lit with joy for all the ones who care to see.
But not to worry, from dust you rose, dust you shall be.
Grace is not fussy.
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.