Etherial Dwight!

Did it ever occur to you,

Thousands of years ago, we were walking

Hand in hand with the dust under your feet, that now is settled on your windshield or in the crevices of rich fibre on your precious Persian rugs in your living room..

Did it ever occur to you that what is born is gone, into  that residual dust, regenerating as a part of a plant, a fruit that gives vitality and may be born to you as your baby

Eons ago we were part of the star that you see in sky above,

Rising out of dust and pairing and un-pairing as molecules and yet finding time to melt our selves in an embrace, that can not be broken.. as a molecule of water, bonding with one another and mixing our love till eternity, we are that infinite beings which are no more than ether or a vapor; randomly wandering as if ions looking for their long lost mate, eager to bond again with the destiny of a match to offer although alluring, evading, inginuitely stable eight as you see those colorful Helium balloons, glittering Neon lights or Krypton head lamps on your Mercedes Benz, to the lives half lived as though Radon or brilliant and vanishing in a moment of glittering glory to nothingness as though some shady organizations luring people to riches, that fade away with their evading life to nothingness as if an ion of Oganesson…

Looking through those waters in a lake, reflecting the lights from stars above, that look pale as you shine brighter than Sun rays or so you would think, on a journey from stars to earth, showering the rains of His love as mother Ganges would roar over the Himalayan heights creasing her way to the ocean beneath into the labyrinth of some misfortune lives, that, never would have risen but for the Herculean effort of sage Bhagiratha,

Then again vanishing into thin air as if exhausted of being an earthly being as though life sustains through the mist, that is formed as the souls unite in the surreal dance of vapor forming millions of gallons of water to flow off the mountains and pastures and dried up lands and sand hills or snowy mountains and going through the eternal dance manifesting the nataraja as Krishna is dancing over the hood of Kaal naag, driving the voracious snake devouring the children and cattle away,  into the pith under the deep nadir, as He released His foot prints with the kindness of the sword

Would you then, have a human life, valued as though, a particle lesser than dust…

I hope not…