6: 35:  Ashes To Dust

Excerpt 35 from Journal 6:  'Becoming My True Love'  
   - From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'  
                  
 My Love, was it these ashes that became dust, or the  
    other way around?  
 From where did we originate?  
 Did our living selves burn into a char of ashes, or did    
    we rise from this dust?  
 Were we together, or apart?  
 Will we come back together in a cloud of invisibles  
    to finally know each other?  
 Is this how we will be reunited?  
 How the aloneness of living accentuates my visions  
    of you as a real man...  
 And how you dissolve when I reach for you...  
 You blow through me as a quiet storm and I call this love...  
 But love is only present when we wish it to be and    
    cultivate it...  
Am I not the purveyor of my own storms, are you not the  
    cloud of dust they create when I write and ask of you...  
How I am blinded by the dust storm of your unknowing  
    and also shrouded in it...  
And how the dust is in theory of itself that unknown...  
The invisibles are simply too small for our eyes to see  
    and the truth is too large to focus our eyes on...   
We trust that they are one and the same and consist of    
    your origins...  
We trust that we are remembered this way...  
The dust and ash never forgot us and never needed    
    memory...  
 Its pattern is what we are and we give it meaning as I do    
    you...  
My heart, in dust, will still remember you, My Love, even  
    when it is all which remains...  
And in this memory, so will I become eternal...