All Are Dust

ALL ARE DUST!

You may be a king,

you may be a queen,

royal blood may flow

in your veins,

born with a silver spoon

in mouth,

you may own entire

world;

still you’re but a dust.

Sky may be your

inheritnce,

oceans and seas may

belong to you,

land and its resources

may all  be yours,

still you’re dust.

You may have power

over everything,

your power may go

beyond ordinary,

your influence may be

great in affairs of men.

Natural forces and

phenomena may shiver

in your presence,

tempestuous mind may

become quiet on your

order,

destructive cyclone may

hold on seeing you,

thunder and lightning

may halt on sighting you,

regardless you’re dust.

Sun may rise and set

on your command,

moon may eclipse

upon your arrival,

twinkle stars may fall

on earth in your presence,

nevertheless you’re dust.

Desert may blossom

as you march on it,

wetland becomes dry

on visitation,

ocean may shift base,

cloud evaporate,

river stop flowing,

sky disappear because of

you,

nonetheless you’re  dust,

from dust you are and

to dust you shall return.

Your wisdom may be

greater than Solomon,

insight more than eagle,

your power exceeding

young-maned lion,

strength in you more

than behemoth or

leviathan,

you can race than a

cheetah,

nonetheless from ground

you come,

to ground you’ll return.

Whoever you’re,

whatever you’re,

wherever you’re,

however you’re

why you’re;

remember-

anytime, anywhere,

anyplace, anyhow,

anyway,

dust is birthplace of life.

Clay a repository of

everything from intangible to

tangible,

storehouse of material

elements of life,

final destination of

everything.

Yes earth’s crust the

engine of life,

granary of thirteen

elements of life;

in it are oxygen, carbon,

hydrogen, nitrogen,

sodium, potassium, magnesium,

calcium, iron, phosphorous,

sulfur, chlorine, and iodine;

availability and network

create RNA,

raw-material for your

DNA.

 

Remember,

from dust you come,

to this dust you’ll return;

“Fuiste polvo,

polvo eres.”