Dust and Love

Dust and Love

Dust, forged within a star,
four billion years ago—
a star that burned, then faded,
its light swallowed by time.

For eons, dust was silence,
until one day—a spark.
It breathes, it moves, it sees,
it feels the warmth of light.

Dust, longing to touch,
to bind, to belong,
to weave its path through time
and call itself alive.

A fleeting moment—
that is all we are.
Yet dust, once embraced by love,
becomes more than dust again.

It dreams, it aches, it marvels,
it reconnects the broken stars.
And when the moment fades,
our dust remains.

Not as scattered echoes,
nor lost, adrift, alone,
but carried in the breath of love—
forever, we are home.

No Expectations

No Expectations

A pine needle drifts on the river’s crest,
A wanderer untethered, unbound, at rest.
No map, no anchor, no course to steer,
Its journey unmarked by hope or fear.

The current whispers, soft and low,
A tale of places it doesn’t yet know.
No longing for stillness, no wish to arrive,
Only the rhythm of water, alive.

It sways with the ripples, bends with the stream,
A quiet surrender to an unspoken dream.
No weight of the past, no pull of the shore,
Just the joy of flowing, needing no more.

In its path lies the truth, so simple, so clear:
Let go, let the river draw you near.
For life, like this needle, is best when it’s free,
Carried by currents to eternity.

Dust and Love

Dust and Love

Dust, forged within a star,
four billion years ago—
a star that burned, then faded,
its light swallowed by time.

Scattered in the infinite darkness,
swirling, drifting, colliding,
shaped by unseen forces,
a whisper at the heart of the void.

For eons, dust was silence,
until one day—a spark.
It breathes, it moves, it sees,
it feels the warmth of light.

Dust, longing to touch,
to bind, to belong,
to weave its path through time
and call itself alive.

A fleeting moment—
that is all we are.
Yet dust, once embraced by love,
becomes more than dust again.

It dreams, it aches, it marvels,
it reconnects the broken stars.
And when the moment fades,
our dust remains.

Not as scattered echoes,
nor lost, adrift, alone,
but carried in the breath of love—
forever, we are home.