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Dust Devils
We, as dust devils suddenly appear
Our brief lives spent turning,
Spinning like the skirts and dresses
Of the traveling gypsies
Who dance day after day.
We twirl and the future
Shows up everywhere
Around us.
In the commotion we collect dust,
An accumulated worthless fortune.
Aimlessly we wander,
Like nomads in a desert land.
This is our brief time in the sun.
Sweet as wild honey,
Bitter as wormwood.
Created by the unseen wind
And moved by the spirit
Though only for a moment.
Finally, we are manumitted
– freed from slavery
Bond servants unshackled.
A reconciliation of opposites
Slave or free, life and death.
Then, as suddenly as we appeared,
In a final fading revolution
We vanish back into the air
Our brief lives spent turning,
Spinning like the skirts and dresses
Of the traveling gypsies
Who dance day after day.
We twirl and the future
Shows up everywhere
Around us.
In the commotion we collect dust,
An accumulated worthless fortune.
Aimlessly we wander,
Like nomads in a desert land.
This is our brief time in the sun.
Sweet as wild honey,
Bitter as wormwood.
Created by the unseen wind
And moved by the spirit
Though only for a moment.
Finally, we are manumitted
– freed from slavery
Bond servants unshackled.
A reconciliation of opposites
Slave or free, life and death.
Then, as suddenly as we appeared,
In a final fading revolution
We vanish back into the air
Published 11th Mar 2018
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12th Mar 2018 1:37pm
This resonates with me, "We twirl and the future shows up everywhere around us." I've been noticing it more in my own life...flickers of the future taking shape in the present. Yes, the time is brief, so we have to make the most and keep it all moving.
13th Mar 2018 2:39am
