Dust

Friday 30 July 2004.
 
I want to be smaller,
Like a dust particle
Which moves with the wind
It goes everywhere,
can go,
Sit on the head of a king
Or can go
And fall at the feet of someone
And it can go
And sit everywhere
But I want to be a particle of dust
That is fragrant,
That is nourishing
That is enlightening.



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