Cosmic Dust
Most unpretentious, finest grained particles of chaos
Swarming in the finite abyss of immeasurable time-space,
The wholly hidden sanctuary of the spirit.
Irreducible crucible from which we are formed and called forth
By a silent voice speaking in the absolute dark,
Summoned forward by word whisperings
In the invisible inaudible dimension of all that will be.
Awakening to Life, to Love, to the Possibility of.
- Dixie 2010
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